Well, OK. Count me in. With the usual weenie reservations, which I'm gonna hafta trust the military pros on. I guess my one quarter French heritage is showing.

But. Even though I am following all kinds of pro and anti threads with a great deal of interest, my gut, and the way what I know about Saddam makes it twist, lands me on your side of the ball court.

I've been a life-long leftie and strong civil libertarian, which sometimes, of course, makes me wring my hands, or just plain confuses me and other people here in the land where Vegans Wear Leather and See No Contradiction. I've got a Red Squad file out there that's gotta be at least two inches thick and that dates back to the Nixon administration.

But, as I said, I've got a gut. The day we started bombing Slobodan, I happened to be over at the ex-wife's to deliver money (what else), when the news came on. As I watched our boys give 'em hell, I said out loud, "It's about f-ing time." The ex and the teenage daughter looked at me as if I'd just said that dead puppy does indeed taste just like chicken.

Today I finally found an on-line essay that comes closest to my (still-shifting) position. I think you'll enjoy it. It's by a self-described British socialist woman named Julie Burchill, and was published Saturday in...

wait for it...

The Guardian.

Don't believe me?

Here's the link:

http://www.guardian.co.uk/weekend/story/0,3605,885299,00.html

Sorry about the line break, there.

Keep up the good work,

A regular viewer