Sometimes I'm glad don't have a TV...

... and this is one of those times. My dad tells me every TV station is covering the war like it's a sporting event; my grandmother says she's sickened by the way broadcasters have gone after the families of the first soliders killed; the little I've seen of CNN at work was too much.

I keep getting frustrated with NPR's war coverage (in disgust at their attempts to "balance" coverage with pro-war and official points of view), and turning it on and off. Pacifica won't tune in on my radio, but I've been able to get it online, and it makes me feel a little more sane (as did the march in Manhattan today).

But I just keep thinking: the people of Baghdad don't have the option of switching the war off and curling up with a good book. I feel so... embarassed? guilty? helpless? Last night I dreamt that I borrowed my dad's car and drove to Baghdad (yes, I understand this is technically impossible, but it was a dream, OK?) to apologize to every Iraqi civilian I could find for George W. Bush's behavior. I just keep wondering if this could all have been prevented if only the Supreme Court hadn't seen fit to appoint him president... sigh.