Listening to Moxy Früvous, "The Gulf War Song," over and over. I feel numb.

Many people at Cody's took time off yesterday to go to various protests. I didn't. What's the point? I am not going to make one iota of difference in the policies I detest by holding a sign or chanting a slogan and preaching to the choir. And these protests are mostly not saying the thing I now want to say, which is a hopeless hope that not too many people will die.

So many arguments for the war sound dishonest, bait-and-switch affairs (via Aaron Swartz). Like so many people, I'd despair less about the war if I trusted the administration to follow through in the crucial aftermath, and if Congress had declared war.

If the whole point of this operation is to kill Saddam Hussein, then maybe we should just repeal our rules against assassination and do that, so we don't have to kill as many other people to carry out the objective. Why should we even have such rules if we're going to flagrantly disobey their spirits?

This is the perfect time to do my taxes and remind myself of what they pay for.