Well, now I don't know what to say, or how to feel. I've been posting here for a couple of weeks, off and on, about how much I detest this war, and Bush, and the rah-rah hawks.

I still hate the way the US went into this war, with depleted uranium shells and cluster bombs. I hate the fact that I saw a picture of a 30-day-old baby girl with shrapnel injuries.

No, I don't trust Bush. Not at all. I don't think he went into this war to liberate the Iraqis; I think he has his own agenda that will show up when the war is over.

But dammit. I watched the news on television tonight, with tears pouring down my cheeks as I saw Iraqi people thanking American soldiers, shaking their hands, some of them crying, tearing down the statues of Hussein, celebrating, telling their stories of what had happened to them under Hussein's rule.

So -- even if the liberation of these people turns out to be a byproduct of a war fought for another reason, I am very, very glad it happened. Political persuasions aside, getting rid of Saddam Hussein is a good, good thing.