Every time you fill up the car, you can avoid putting more money into the coffers of Saudi Arabia . . . Nothing is more frustrating than the feeling that every time I fill-up the tank, I am sending my money to people who are trying to kill me, my family, and my friends.

I was shocked, not only at the disagreement, but at how violently it was expressed, unnerved by the skewed perception that these respondents have of American history and, dare I say, American values. It suddenly occurred to me, however, that I've lived in somewhat of a bubble of like-minded individuals -- coworkers, friends, and webloggers -- who all share my anti-war sentiments and that perhaps I had set myself up for such a response by blinding anticipating a wash of agreement.

The glimpse of these people's perspectives frightens me. However I must decisively agree to accommodate their opinions for that is the crux of such freedom afforded thought and speech. And, yet, when an opinion threatens my sense of identity as an American citizen -- even my sense of well-being -- where is a line drawn? I refuse to give in on this matter. «

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