The Warblogger
by Michele Catalano
The march to war began, unsurprisingly, on September 11, 2001. On that day I was still a liberal, still a life-long pacifist and idealist who believed the world could one day live in harmony with no threat of war and no weapons at our side. Ideologically, I was who I always was: pro-choice, supporter of gay rights, voter of Democrats and third party candidates, and an atheist who felt religion had no place in politics.
I kept most of that ideology intact after 9/11. But there was a part of me — an angry, vitriolic, vengeful part of me — that decided a war was just what we needed.
And so my march to warmongering began. As the shouts of “WMDs!” were heard from the White House, I echoed those shouts to family, to friends and to the readers of my blog.
I wanted to believe. Even though I knew Saddam Hussein had nothing to do with 9/11, my intellectual honesty was put on hold while I let my emotions and ensuing irrationality overtake me. I played along as the administration connected the dots between Saddam’s internal terrorism and the attack on the United States.
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