I'm not as nice and tolerant as I probably should be

Well fuck. My sister called this morning, and in addition to informing me that her chemistry final had "raped her up the ass without lube," (I'm so glad I don't have to take chemistry) told me that Leland (a close friend of the family who also went to the Air Force Academy), who had been planning to come out to Colorado and visit her today, can't come because he's going to Fallujah instead. And he's not even going to be inside an F-15, like the last time he was in Iraq. This time he's going to be on the ground, where maggots insurgents with car bombs and automatic weapons kill Americans and other Iraqis. Leland, who is known as Captain "Mad" Cowie, USAF to the rest of the world, was supposed to be sent to the land of sand and car bombs two months from now, but is now being sent in this weekend to replace a previous Army-Air Force liaison who was blown up. No, I'm not kidding. Nor am I exaggerating. *sighs* I don't like it when people I like get sent away to be shot at. For one thing, it makes me hostile and intolerant towards the people I know are going to be doing the shooting. Right now, I am channelling my inner Republican like woah.