A letter...

Dear Cindy Sheehan,

You will never read this but I am writing this anyway in the hopes that you one day do. I am not happy that you failed in your cause but I am glad that you stopped. I am sorry that you came to the conclusion that I did before long befor your son ever died. I cannot express my deepest sorrow for you and your recent awakening, or more likly, acceptance of the truth of the death of a soldier. Its all for naught, its all meaningless. Your protests fell on deaf ears from the beginning and peaked the interests of only those who sought to profit from the genuine passion that you had. Now that its exhausted so has your usefullness and you, like so many boys and girls have been cast aside. In the end those in power will lose power and it will slip into the hands of others who have the same goals and different means or maybe the same means but this cycle will continue. You are now in my thoughts and I hope that you find peace with your self and your country. I am glad you are now awake and you can see and hear, welcome to the club. You may not get the reference but no all there is left to do it learn to swim.

"Diesel"