Baby Diasy has mud on her face

I'm not sure what to blog about, though I enjoy the freedom of being able to blog about whatever I want. Currently beside me, my dogs are having a dog fight. I'm not sure why, but baby Daisy has obviously disturbed the set order of things in the dog family and is running from the other dogs. She also has a tad bit of a speckle of dirt on her mouth. My mom is now chasing baby Daisy all around the house frantically trying to catch the wee little pup to wash her off. You see, Daisy is a tiny little hunting dog. Westies are designed to be digging and hunting dogs, therefore their instinct is to dig, run, and bite. Sometimes we call her rocket dog because you just see a quick milisecond of white fur go by you when she runs. I think she's about 8 months old now, but she still acts like a baby. Her favorite toy is a pink rubber elephant named Pinkie. Pinkie is squeaks and her trunk and tail move when you squeeze her. After the struggle of getting the dirt off baby Daisy's face, my mom is now frustrated and pacing the upstairs of our house with a dirty wash cloth yelling, "why do they make westies white?! That is so stupid!" Ah mother, if only you would learn one day

If I were Joe

If I were in the same position as Joe, I would be concentrating every minute of the day on how to kill myself. I couldn’t lie in bed, just waiting to die with nothing to do. I daydream a lot, so I could entertain myself for a while, but I would still want to die. I would be waiting for my mother to come and save me and help me die a quick death. I wouldn’t care how painful it was, I would want to die at practically any cost. Not letting anyone have any connection with people besides touch, and not being able to move or eat would be complete and utter torture. If I were Joe, I would keep trying to build up my back muscles so I could turn over and destroy the machinery keeping me alive. That would be my main focus.

The book is boring

I had very high hopes for this book. I really liked the peace sign on the cover, and the man with the military war gun. I thought this was going to be a very strong, perhaps hippyish anti-war book- I was very wrong. Although I think the books has some very strong implicit arguments about why war is wrong, I also think that it’s, unfortunately, incredibly boring. I feel terribly sorry for Joe. All he has to do is sit in bed and think about how his life could have been, with nothing to do but think. Also, I don’t perceive Joe as a very intelligent man, therefore there is only so much an unintelligent man can think about for years and years. I think it’s awful that this is what goes on in war, but it makes for an incredibly boring book.

This is the kind of man that Joe was talking about. As Joe would put it, he says all of these big words as to why you should fight, when really he doesn’t care about the soldiers. He’s one of the people in Johnny Got His Gun that persuades other people to go out and fight for “democracy” or for “the common wealth,” but you certainly don’t see him doing it himself. He doesn’t care about anything other than winning the war, and America being more powerful. Some people, like me, would call him a war mongral.

Dsouza

Dsouza is saying in her essay that without the support of American citizens, America wouldn’t be near as strong of a country as it is now. The only war America didn’t win was Vietnam, and that’s because people didn’t necessarily know what they were fighting for or against. Americans get the motivation to fight from what the government tells them is happening, but if they aren’t informed or are confused, they won’t fight to their full potential. This relates to the book because Joe doesn’t know what he was fighting for, and that’s why he lost.