It seems that the war is pretty much over.

Tonight during dinner, a group of anti-war students silently marched through Commons dining hall, their faces covered by black shawls. The one at the end of the procession held up a sign with "961" scrawled across it, a reference to the updated count of innocent Iraqi casualties.

It is unfortunate that such a protest would even seem necessary. The people of Iraq are ecstatic. A brutal dictator has finally fallen, and the Iraqi people are free. The same people who are cheering coalition forces and the very real prospects of a bright tomorrow are presumably the same people who have lost family and friends during Gulf War II. And yet they cheer anyway, because they realize that tyranny's days were counted, and that Saddam Hussein's time has just expired. Why can't more Americans realize that? Perhaps people should stop their stubborn and infantile opposition to all things connected to President Bush and his administration and try to understand just how wonderful this day is for children being born in Iraq right now, children that will never know what it is like to live under the regime of one of the twentieth century's greatest villains.