Another not-uplifting Sunday morning.

You ever have a conversation with someone, only to realize partway through that you're so ideologically opposed to the other person's point of view that you can barely understand him, nevermind try to come to some sort of common ground?

This morning at church, I started talking to a man that I respect(ed) about the war in Iraq. He made the very cliche argument, "We're fighting them over there so we don't have to fight them over here," to which I responded, "I really hate that argument, because even if it's true, it sounds like you think innocent Iraqi kids should suffer so we don't have to."

He looked at me with a kinda shocked expression, and I looked back at him, and I said, "Uh...you don't think American lives are worth more than Iraqi lives, do you?"

At which point he began to talk a lot (and loudly) about a bunch of stuff, but it all boiled down to, "If you don't love this country you should leave." So I quickly ended the discussion, because what the fuck. I mean, where do go from there? He thinks that American lives are worth more than people from other countries, and it's okay if a bunch of Iraqis die, as long as it might make Americans safer.

Bleagh. And even more stomach-turning, he's a leader in the church. Way to live Christ's teachings there, dude.