I Don't Care
 

"Are we fighting a war on terror or aren't we? Was it or was it
not started by Islamic people who brought it to our shores on September 11,
2001? Were people from all over the world, mostly Americans, not brutally
murdered that day, in downtown Manhattan, as well as across the Potomac from
our nation's capitol and in addition on a field in Pennsylvania? Did nearly
three thousand men, women and children die a horrible, burning or crushing
death that day, or didn't they?

And I'm supposed to care that a copy of the Koran was
"desecrated" when an overworked American soldier kicked it or got it wet?
Well, I don't.

I don't care at all!

I'll start caring when Osama bin Laden turns himself in and
repents for incinerating all those innocent people on 9/11.

I'll care about the Koran when the fanatics in the Middle East
start caring about the Holy Bible, t! he mere possession of which is a crime
in Saudi Arabia.

I'll care when Abu Musab al-Zarqawi tells the world he is sorry
for hacking off Nick Berg's head while Berg screamed through his gurgling,
slashed throat.

I'll care when the cowardly so-called "insurgents" in Iraq come
out and fight like men instead of disrespecting their own religion by hiding
in mosques.

I'll care when the mindless zealots who blow themselves up in
search of nirvana (or Allah's Paradise) care about the innocent children
within range of their suicide bombs.

I'll care when the American media stops pretending that their
First Amendment liberties are somehow derived from international law instead
of the United States Constitution's Bill of Rights.

I'll care when  judges stop ordering my government to release
photos of the abuses at Abu Ghraib, which are sure to set off the Islamic
extremists just as Newsweek's lies did a few weeks ago.

In the meantime, when I hear a story about a brave marine
roughing up an Iraqi terrorist to obtain information, know this: I don't
care.

When I see a fuzzy photo of a pile of naked Iraqi prisoners who
have been humiliated in what amounts to a college hazing incident, rest
assured that I don't care.

When I see a wounded terrorist get shot in the head w! hen he is
told not to move because he might be booby-trapped, you can take it to the
bank that I don't care.

When I hear that a prisoner, who was issued a Koran and a prayer
mat, and fed "special" food that is paid for by my tax dollars, is
complaining that his holy book is being "mishandled," you can
absolutely believe in your heart of hearts that I don't care.

And oh, by the way, I've noticed that sometimes it's spelled
"Koran" and other times "Quran." Well, Jimmy Crack Corn and -- you guessed
it -- I don't care!"