actually a month from now...
I have this picture in my mind of being a child and walking up to the starting line with a friend to race to a finish line that is also standard for this type of game. You know, you start at the crack in the sidewalk that splits your front steps and end at the Johnson's house 3 houses down at the pine tree.
It's a standard racing distance. It was decided many summers before and it's always the same. It's accepted as fact.
As we walk slowly to the crack my friend is right in front of me about a step and says "Lets race... Starting... NOW!"
Two steps before the crack and one step ahead of me. I get psyched out and lose another step in my anger at the prospect of not being able to catch up. I want to yell, "That's not fair, that's not how the game is supposed to be played." Instead, I start running in vain and realize my friend's gonna beat me no matter what I do or say. My feelings are a bit hurt, I'm winded, but in the end it will all be okay.
That's what I think about Obama changing the timeline on getting out of Iraq. That's all I think about it. We will still be friends when the game is over. The game will end.
I just feel a little duped...