You know how when thereâ€™s a smell in your house and first you smell it, and then you donâ€™t, and then you only notice it when you walk in? Or when there is a background noise that seems really annoying but then kind of blends in? Or when you wear a hat and at first all you can do is notice how you have a hat on but, after awhile, you donâ€™t realize itâ€™s on your head? Well, Iâ€™m wondering if we have become inured to the death in Iraq, especially Iraqi deaths. I think we still are in pain over Americans killed. But do we care about the people who live there? Are they like a hat weâ€™ve stopped noticing? Ten killed this day, fifteen another, a bad day with forty-six killed. What does it say about us when the numbers become meaningless?