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My mom and sister are back from the Philippines.

It’s nice to know that they made it home safely, especially with everything going on with the “War on Terrorism”—the fool gave it that name. In such a timely way, my mom and sister made it home on Monday, the fifth of July, the day after the independence of the USA.





Only 2 days later, Filipino man was taken hostage by Iraqi militants, who threatened the lives of not only him, but also two other underrepresented minorities. He was a 46-year old bus driver; my dad is only 1 year older than him.

It hurts. It’s amazing that a country I call home has been called into this War. I never understood the motive of the USA... Bringing underrepresented people, who have yet to make it big in life, to the front-lines. Their lives are those that will be done with.

As I spoke with my fellow PPIA’ers last night, how is it that our members in congress can send our brothers and sisters into the battle—yet, these same congress members cannot send their own children? [This is seen clearly in Farenheit 9/11. Once again, if you haven’t seen it yet, see it.] I never understood how these people could just walk away from allowing their children to fight for our nation’s freedom and the freedom of the world from terrorism. It’s supposed to be inspiring, right? Isn’t fighting in a war supposed to be noble? If these members in congress can agree that a war needs to be fought with the children of our nation, doesn’t that also include their own children, too?

Regardless, I’m glad my mom and sister are home. I can’t wait to be home—only 3 more weeks.