Vacaville, Love and Bereavement

I used to live near Vacaville, California, when I was 21. It was a lovely, quiet and agricultural type of place where people are upright.

How can anyone claim to grieve like this mother, Cindy Sheehan from Vacaville who has lost her son? (Sheehan, has written several opinion pieces—for example [1]. See also this piece in The Progressive, which I just found. Washington Post, too, has an update on Cindy Sheehan's campaign to be heard f2f.)

How can anyone believe they grieve like a mother does for the loss of her child, and yet go on as ever before?

How can anyone ask for sacrifices when they make no comparable sacrifices of their own?

On the hearts of kings and those of the people, read Chapter VII here, from Mencius—and ponder how the ancients were wiser and more honest than our pundits pretend to be today.

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