Subject: Are your blinds open?
For all the liberal press, I have never heard a better analogy of U.S.
aggression. Nobody wants to see our troops go to war but someone
has to do it.

The other day, my nine-year-old son wanted to know why we were at war...



My husband looked at our son and then looked at me. My husband and I were
in the Army during the Gulf War and we would be honored to serve and
defend our country again today. I knew that my husband would give him a
good explanation. My husband thought for a few minutes and then told my
son to go stand in our front living room window.
He said, "Son, stand there and tell me w hat you see?"
"I see trees and cars and our neighbors' houses," he replied.




"OK, now I want you to pretend that our house and our yard is the United




States of America and you are President Bush."
Our son giggled and said, "OK."
"Now, son, I want you to look out the window and pretend that every
house and yard on this block is a different country," my husband said.



"OK Dad, I'm pretending."
"Now I want you to stand there and look out the window and pretend you

see Saddam come out of his house with his wife, he has her by the hair

and is hitting her. You see her bleeding and crying. He hits her in the

face, he throws her on the ground, then he starts to kick her to death.

Their children run out and are afraid to stop him, they are screaming

and crying, they are watching this but do nothing because they are kids

and they are afraid of their father. You see all of this, son.... what

do you do?"



"Dad?"



"What do you do, son?"



"I'd call the police, Dad."



"OK. Pretend that the police are the United Nations. They take your

call. They listen to what you know and saw but they refuse to help.

What do you do then, son?"



"Dad....... but the police are supposed to help!" My son starts to whine.



"They don't want to, son, because they say that it is not their place or

your place to get involved and that you should stay out of it," my

husband says.



"But, Dad... he killed her!!" My son exclaims.



"I know he did... but the police tell you to stay out of it. Now I want

you to look out that window and pretend you see our neighbor who you're

pretending is Saddam turn around and do the same thing to his children."



"Daddy... he kills them?"



"Yes, son, he does. What do you do?"



"Well, if the police don't want to help, I will go and ask my next door

neighbor to help me stop him," our son says.



"Son, our next door neighbor sees what is happening and refuses to get

involved as well. He refuses to open the door and help you stop him,"

my husband says.



"But Dad, I NEED help!!! I can't stop him by myself!!"



"WHAT DO YOU DO, SON?" Our son starts to cry.



"OK, no one wants to help you, the man across the street saw you ask for

help and saw that no one would help you stop him. He stands taller and

puffs out his chest. Guess what he does next, son?"



"What, Daddy?"



"He walks across the street to the old lady's house and breaks down her

door and drags her out, steals all her stuff and sets her house on fire

and then... he kills her. He turns around and see s you standing in the

window and laughs at you. WHAT DO YOU DO?"



"Daddy...."



"WHAT DO YOU DO?" Our son is crying and he looks down and he whispers,

"I'd close the blinds, Daddy."



My husband looks at our son with tears in his eyes and asks him. "Why?"



"Because, Daddy... the police are supposed to help people who need

them... and they won't help... You always said neighbors are supposed

to HELP neighbors, but they won't help either... they won't help me

stop him...I'm afraid.... I can't do it by myself, Daddy . I can't look

out my window and just watch him do all these terrible things and do

nothing ... so ..... I'm just going to close the blinds ... so I can't

see what he's doing . And I'm going to pretend that it is not

happening."



I start to cry. My husband looks at our nine-year-old son standing in

the window, looking piti ful and ashamed at his answers to my husband's

questions. He says....



"Son....."



"Yes, Daddy?"



"Open the blinds, because that man...... he's at your front door...

"WHAT DO YOU DO?"



My son looks at his father, anger and defiance in his eyes. He balls up

his tiny fists and looks his father square in the eyes, and without

hesitation he says, "I DEFEND MY FAMILY DAD!!! I'M NOT GONNA LET HIM

HURT MOMMY OR MY SISTER, DAD!!! I'M GONNA FIGHT HIM, DAD, I'M GONNA

FIGHT HIIM!!!!!"



I see a tear roll down my husband's cheek and he grabs our son to his

chest and hugs him tight, and says.... "It's too late to fight him, he's

too strong, and he's already at YOUR front door, son... you should have

stopped him BEFORE he killed his wife, and his children, and the old

lady across the way. You have to do what's right, even if y ou have to

do it alone, before it's too late," my husband whispers. "THAT scenario

I just gave you is WHY we are at war with Iraq. When good men stand by

and let evil happen, son, THAT is the greatest mistake, believing that

the atrocities in the world won't affect them. "YOU MUST NEVER BE

AFRAID TO DO WHAT IS RIGHT! EVEN IF YOU HAVE TO DO IT ALONE! BE PROUD

TO BE AN AMERICAN! BE PROUD OF OUR TROOPS!! SUPPORT THEM!!! SUPPORT

AMERICA SO THAT IN THE FUTURE OUR CHILDREN WILL NEVER HAVE TO CLOSE

THEIR BLINDS..."



This should be printed in every newspaper and posted in every school in

America Of course, that won't happen, so we'll use the Internet. If your

blinds are closed, do nothing with this email. If they are open I do

not need to tell you what to do.