During the run-up to the Iraq invasion and through-out the first several months I exercised to a playlist that included “Paint it Black” by the Rolling Stones. The line, “I could not foresee this thing happening to you” always brought to mind a photograph of the Bush daughters at the convention. I’ve always felt we needed a draft and it needed to be a fair draft, taking the senators’ children, the billionaires children, and the children of all those angry old folks calling for “nuking the bastards” and whose grandchildren would go to war.