A conflict, a festival.

This weekend is Memorial Day weekend. You that time when we're supposed to celebrate those who have served in our armed forces and squashed evil in the world, like our grandparents' generation truly did. There have been questionable wars since, and they get more and more questionable, it seems, as they go along.

An article I read last week about a solider who doesn't even get asked about his service and an anti-war protester who doesn't have much support anymore. They're both confused at the apathy and the other issues that seem to raise to the top. Then you hear of the Phelps, a Kansas minister who protests, yes, protests funerals of American soldiers because he believes God is punshing the US for accepting homosexuality - by allowing soldiers to die. The only hope that comes out of this is the biker group Patriots Guard who goes to the funerals, anywhere, all over, to protect the families from these awful people. War doesn't bring out the best in people - if it clearly brings out anything at all.

On another note, the festival has started, which is where my Memorial Day weekend will find me voluteering most of the time. A weekend summary will show up sometime soon, I'm sure. Because there are plenty of crazy people out watching films.