| Iran/Iraq: Oil's Final Trickle|
|4 Apr 2007 @ 09:58, by Richard Carlson|
The squeaking of the pump sounds as necessary as the music of the spheres.
---Henry David Thoreau
Do not recite sutras. Do not make portraits of me. Just bury my body in the back mountains. It is enough that you cover me with earth.
---Takuan's final wishes to his students
How could the drops of water know themselves to be a river? Yet the river flows on.
---Antoine de Saint-Exupery
Photo by Matt Taibbi of tattoo on the foot of Sgt. Stephen Wilkerson, Baghdad 2006
I once heard a friend make a case for oil and its markets having been the fundamental cause of all the wars of the past century. I had begun the conversation, I guess, by proclaiming loudly the need for conservation of the resource. My friend replied, "The sooner the earth runs out of oil the better!" I was amazed to hear this, and it was then he launched his theory.
At this hour Tony Blair continues his call for "direct" negotiation between Britain and Iran over UK sailors picked up for prowling around some ocean borderlines. [link] Yesterday he said he'd give the process another couple days before matters become "fairly critical", whatever that means. Iran has replied they're glad to talk...but at the same time we have these curious rumors floating via "Russian intelligence" that the US is ready to let fly with the missiles on Friday (or thereabouts). [link]
Are we poised for another "regime change"? Halliburton has moved its headquarters to Dubai, perhaps so trade deals for oil can be accomplished with Iran whether there's peace or war. I believe the United States has not had relations with Iran in about 25 years, and Halliburton can't do deals with them from here. If oil is the deal and soldiers are needed to secure the wells for Exxon/Mobil, time is of the essence. But should we be doing better at our occupations...despite all the claims of progress by Madman McCain and the Bushie loyalists?
The last few days I've been catching up with an article from last summer in Rolling Stone by Matt Taibbi. The long piece is called Fort Apache, Iraq, and it took me some days to read it. The writing is intense and Taibbi often launches off into a kind of loony poetry that made me stop and think a lot. Last May he spent some days tooling around the bloody roads of Iraq in a Humvee with a group of National Guardsmen from Oklahoma, and followed that up with 3 days locked in a jail cell in Abu Ghraib. Out of these experiences he fashioned this article that expresses vividly for me just what it's like for us Yanks to be over there...and how we look. This isn't the first time Matt Taibbi has put himself into very radical situations for the sake of journalistic truth. Someone has put up a Wikipedia article about him that gives his history along with a ton of links. [link] For our purpose today I'll select some excerpts from Fort Apache, Iraq, and give you the online link to the whole thing.
I suppose I should mention, out of courtesy, the author makes no effort to disguise how people really talk in these situations...and Rolling Stone publishes this kind of language~~~
"To understand the war in Iraq, you first have to understand the people who are fighting it. And the way to do that isn't to burst in with your head in a point, bitching about WMDs and croaking passages from Arab-history books. Jump in the truck and shut your mouth; get on board, literally and figuratively. In America, everyone has an opinion about Iraq, even me -- but if you're going to take the step of actually going there, you've got to give it a chance...
"We stayed overnight at the FOB (forward operating base) in Mosul. Like all FOBs, it was an otherworldly suburban expanse of mud, gravel, white-paneled trailers and ad hoc fast-food joints carved incongruously into the ancient landscape of Iraq like giant, teeming anthills of Americana. The FOB in Iraq is often absurdly luxurious, with an array of Middle American comforts like Popeyes, Burger King and Cinnabon at the soldiers' disposal, and most of the services (from food to laundry to shuttle buses to the rec centers) maintained with peak capitalist efficiency by the Halliburton subsidiary Kellogg, Brown and Root, which goes so far as to leave customer-survey forms almost everywhere you go.
"These preposterous Tell Us How U Like Our War!-esque survey sheets ('Please give your overall level of satisfaction for services provided by KBR....') provided a stark contrast to the idea of customer service just beyond the FOB wall, where gangs of Islamic extremists might put a bullet in your brain for buying the wrong thing -- bluejeans, cigarettes; there were parts of Baghdad, it was said, where Sunni insurgents were killing civilians for making ice, ice of course being unholy since it wasn't around in Mohammed's time. (There weren't Kalashnikovs, either, but who's counting?)...
"The conventional wisdom about Iraq these days is that this war was and is a colossal blunder, a classic crime of hubris that has metastasized into a disaster rapidly spinning far beyond our control. And, well, who knows, that may be true -- but only a goddamn Canadian can fail to appreciate the dream of omnipotence roaring along these Middle Eastern highways.
"At home we deride every American soldier as a potential war criminal, we label them committers of massacres, we call them dumb and when we're really being nice, we say they're just dupes, field hands for the rich frat boys who got high on punch and drove us into this mess. But there's something beautiful about the way you can pluck fifteen American kids from the parking lots of the Midwest, drop them anywhere in the world, and you'll get the same thing every time: dip, dick jokes and 50,000 pounds of finely tuned convoy rumbling at top speed. Our kids may not be the best educated, they may not read many books, but in a fair fight, they will kick your ass.
"Whether or not this is a fair fight is another question. But you can see why the Army is still convinced we can win this thing. The Army thinks it can do anything. The Army looks at Iraq like a drooling six-foot-six-inch bully would, staring in at home plate with an arm full of ninety-nine-mph heaters. To that kid, the game is never over. They almost all think like that over here. God forbid they should ever stop thinking like that...
II. THE BIG SCORE
Porkfest in the Desert
"Iraq is many things -- a horrifically dangerous war zone, a crumbling nation-state, a lousy place to buy a blintz. It is also a privateer's paradise, a macro version of one of those department-store contests where the contestant gets to run up and down the aisles cramming as much shit as possible into his shopping cart. Except the time period is ten years, not ten minutes.
"By the time we reached a Kurdish city called Sulimaniyah, less than a week into my trip, the euphoria I'd felt in my first days with the 158th was rapidly giving way to more predictable feelings of paranoia and self-recrimination. As a journalist in Iraq, you can't help but start to feel like what you are, which is a vermin and an outsider. In many ways, being embedded with U.S. troops in the liberal-media/Michael Moore age is sort of like being asked to march into Sunday services in a Lexington, Kentucky, megachurch wearing an assless biker-dominatrix costume: One is conscious of having been the subject of many past sermons. In the Army mind-set, the relative success and failure of the Iraq War is all a matter of perception, and if you follow that calculus far enough, which a certain unmistakable minority of soldiers will, all of the bombings are actually the media's fault.
"Any journalist in Iraq who does not regularly feel the urge to puke his guts out from conscience-sickness is probably not in the right line of work, because increasingly, almost anything he does here is a gruesome betrayal of someone or other -- the soldiers and their mission if he tells too much of the truth, himself and the public if he does not.
"I was already beginning to feel weighed down by that issue when we reached Sulimaniyah, having seen things that I knew would fall under the category of 'not helpful' if they appeared in print. The job in Suli was a visit/inspection by Currier of the Sulimaniyah Police Academy, a training facility built by the Americans and maintained by a pair of steely-eyed, sun-beaten Las Vegans whom I will call Bob and Ray. As the conduits to American funding of the school and, indirectly, the region, Bob and Ray clearly enjoyed the status of local emirs of the Man Who Would Be King genus, suckling languidly at the teat of the war effort and cheerfully overseeing various budget-devouring construction initiatives. When I arrived, they were in the middle of building a full-size 'mock police station,' complete with every conceivable bell and whistle for use in teaching recruits, while also training police recruits of various stripes and enthusiasms -- some had been rejected when portraits of Saddam Hussein were discovered in their shirt pockets.
"The whole setup reeked of some idle Midwestern retired police officer's ultimate leisure fantasy: a tit job, a nice fat income, an endlessly replicating budget kept thousands of miles and a war zone away from any scrutiny by Washington, a huge staff of mute, mustachioed subordinates to build cabinets and sweep floors, a pool table, a satellite TV and a big yard full of rocks and desert plants to pump a few rounds into when things get slow. Yes, they lived in grim, modular trailers, but that seemed like a fair trade-off for a honey life. I could barely contain my jealousy.
"Bob and Ray clearly had a plan in place for Currier's visit: to beg shamelessly for $4 million more to expand the facility. They had already gotten $4.8 million, but who knows what the final cost would end up being. Private contractors play an intimate role in almost every aspect of the Iraq War operation, performing a whole range of tasks traditionally handled by the military -- driving convoy trucks, providing security for government officials and other important personages, even 'sucking shit,' as the soldiers call cleaning out sewage. The profits can be astronomical, and there is plenty of evidence that costs to the taxpayer are ballooning due to the prevalence of cost-plus contracts, a system under which the more the contractor spends, the more he makes. In cost-plus, every company in a chain of subcontractors simply adds its own percentage profit charge to whatever moneys have been spent -- as high as thirty or forty percent in some cases -- so that a $150,000-per-year security guard may end up costing the government $600,000 or more. Henry Bunting, a former Halliburton purchasing officer, recently said that he often heard officials at Halliburton subsidiary KBR say, 'Don't worry about price. It's cost-plus.'
"It's clear that there is a lot of money to be made in Iraq -- soldiers who are miserable will come back for a few years to get themselves a house or a boat or two. A lot of the contractors seem to be guys like Bob and Ray -- Southern or Western ex-cops or ex-military personnel (according to one report, thirty-two percent come from a few Southern states) who come to the Middle East with halos over their heads 'to help,' and go home a few years later with that big score tucked away.
"Americans are a missionary people; we cannot resist wanting to help other nations. Of course, the Iraqis know, instinctively, that nothing on Earth is more dangerous than an American who visits your land and suddenly gets that goofy-ass Tim Allen Home Improvement-fixer-upper look in his eyes. And it's comical to see how powerful that philanthropic urge becomes when it is attached to 4 million potential dollars. Pleading their case to Currier in the air-conditioned quiet of their trailer offices (plywood furniture, beat-up couch, bookshelf full of Christian hymnals and Michael Crichton novels), the pair began their pitch by comparing their plight to that of a similar training facility the Army apparently had in Jordan, where some $12 million had apparently been spent just on a staff recreation center.
"'I mean, if you're going to do that," said Bob, an older man with silver hair, 'you might as well just take the money and go light a match to it.'
"'And here we ask for just $4 million!' complained Ray, a younger type with a slight potbelly stretching out from a striped artificial-fabric polo shirt. 'And the money is just very hard to get our hands on."'
"Diplomatically, Currier said nothing, and the conversation shifted to a discussion of widespread problems with recruits across the province. Seeing Currier's despair at the long list of obstacles, Bob smelled an opening and pounced like an animal.
"'I think the thing to do is invest another $10 to $15 million right here and do it right,' he said bluntly.
"A bold move, but it fell flat. Nothing from the colonel. Bob and Ray were physically leaning forward in their chairs by this point.
"Currier: 'Do we have training for NCOs, commissars, etc.?'
"Bob: 'It would be wonderful to run a class for these guys. We'd do some training for them, sure.'
"Bob smiled. It was the smile of a vacuum-cleaner salesman face-to-face with a housewife. Training? We can do training. Heck, this little baby cleans carpets of all types, from shag to Persian.... Let me show you what I mean, ma'am....
"Bob smiled again. It was time for him to bring out his ace in the hole, Maj. Gen. Sabah Jalal Gharib, head of local law enforcement. I would see a number of these inspection-budgetary meetings, and the playbook was almost always the same. The local official, a toothy personage with a lit cigarette, a gray suit and a mustache, was usually introduced by the American bureaucrat-privateer, propped up as the second coming of Fiorello LaGuardia or Augusto Pinochet or both, and praised to the heavens for his hatred of Saddam and his devotion to the cause. He is invited to speak briefly. When he finishes, he is applauded, called a 'good guy' and then shuffled to the side. Finally, a request for funding is made. It's the same every time.
"In this case Gharib asked Currier for money to build more police stations, at a cost of just a half-million bucks or so per station. Then he sat smoking a cigarette, leaving the rest of the meeting to Bob and Ray.
"'We only received 1,000 rounds of ammo in the last shipment,' said Bob. 'You yourself know what 1,000 rounds is good for.'
"'Every time we ask supply for new cars,' said Ray. 'And every time it's the same refusal. Look at us. We have old, beat-up cars!'
"The memory of having just paid a monstrous tax bill burned in my skull as the sound of Ray complaining about having to drive an old car in Iraq bounced around in my ear. It dawned on me that this was how the appropriation process works in Iraq -- your Bob and your Ray just have to ask for the money, and it arrives!
"I would later be told that this particular training academy had been funded out of a nonmilitary appropriation called the International Narcotics League. More than a month after that, I would visit Congress and learn from several congressional aides that there was no way for even a U.S. congressman to find a budget where these programs exist -- they're simply not in the public record. Unless you fall onto the info by parachute, there is no way to find out what is being built in Iraq, and for how much...
"For those of us who still wonder why it is that we actually invaded this country in the first place -- and this is a question that even the most creative conspiracy theorist will still have trouble answering convincingly -- all it takes is a few scenes like this to understand that this isn't just about oil.
"There is a certain psychologically inevitable quality to our blundering overseas, a kind of burning, insane desire to fuck with people we don't like or respect in the slightest, to cure the disease of their cultures, as it were, by drying them out in the sun of our creepy suburban enlightenment. What kind of madmen come to the ancient territory of mountainous Kurdistan and search expectantly for Rollerbladers out the window of an armored vehicle? This kind of weirdness comes far too naturally to us for this to be an accidental consequence of the invasion; it has to be part of the reason we're here, too...
"Almost everything about the Iraq War is a gray area, beginning with the question of whether the soldiers are at war or not in the first place. Can they shoot or can't they? When driving through the city, is the show of force intended to intimidate, or reassure? Soldiers regaled me with stories of units that had been asked to remove their shoulder armor so as not to look 'too scary' to the population. In other units, M-4 rifles were taken away from the Humvee gunners, to prevent an excess of warning shots -- leaving soldiers with only the massive and lethal .50-caliber machine gun to defend themselves.
"To the soldiers, all of these contradictory initiatives testified to a confusion up on high about what the Army is doing in Iraq. Is this mission political, or military? 'Either don't waste our time coming here, or if we are here, let us put the heat down,' one soldier told me. 'There's just too much gray area...'
"As often as the soldiers get attacked, there is surprisingly little discussion among the troops about who is actually doing the shooting. Is it Al-Qaeda? The Mahdi Army? Foreign Shia fighters from Iran? Sunni extremists? There are literally hundreds of possibilities; one intelligence operative told me that each and every day, fighters came in claiming to belong to groups with new names. 'You might get five young guys in a town, just playing at being bad guys,' he said. 'They'll call themselves the Grandmother's Brigade or something. But they're basically just gangbangers.' The distinctions interest the intelligence guys, but to most soldiers, it doesn't really matter who's doing the shooting. They all go by one name -- Hajii, a name we use the same way we used Charlie a few decades ago...
"There is not much I can tell about my Abu Ghraib experience, except to say that I was there for three of the very weirdest days of my entire life. The Commando dumped me in an abandoned cell block and shut the door behind me almost immediately upon arrival. Three times a day he would bring me food -- ribs and chicken and other delights from the typically well-stocked FOB cafeteria -- and then leave me alone for fifteen hours or more to devour the piles of trashy books he left for me as entertainment (how the Erica Jong novel Sappho's Leap made it to Abu Ghraib, I'll never figure out). I was to avoid all people, keep quiet and when he took me out of my cell for tours of the FOB -- once a day or so -- I was to watch my mouth and look like some mysteriously high-ranking spook. Who would know in a place like this?..
"Abu Ghraib is the symbol of American mistakes in Iraq, the place where the weird criminal perversions of bored, porn-surfing American teenagers clashed spectacularly with fastidious, sexually inviolate Islamic culture. It was also a most powerful symbol of our misguided perception of ourselves and our place in the world.
"We came into this war expecting to be treated like the GIs who went into France a half-century ago -- worshipped, instantly excused for the occasional excess or foible and handed the keys to both the castle wine cellar and the nurses' dormitory. Instead we were treated like unclean monsters by the people we liberated, and around the world our every move was viciously scrutinized not only by those same Europeans we rescued ages ago, but by our own press.
"The failure of Abu Ghraib was the failure to accept the role we had created for ourselves as new masters of subject peoples. We wanted to rule absolutely and also to be liked, which was why our first reaction after the scandal broke was to issue profuse apologies, call for a self-flagellating round of investigations and demand the prison's closure. A hegemonic power more comfortable with ruling would have just shot the reporter who broke the story and moved on.
"But America has never been able to stomach that kind of thing, which is why, incidentally, this occupation of Iraq is probably not going to work. We are too civilized to make ourselves truly feared in public, but not civilized enough to properly restrain our power in private...
"The Commando spoke much and often about the bravery of the men who were out risking their lives to bring terror suspects to this facility. He explained to me that many men like him were moved to pitch in after 9/11. They live outside the public view, their accomplishments never noted by anyone, much of what they do for a living a secret even from their own families. I never did find out exactly what he did at the facility, although I had a few ideas. But I was struck suddenly that what I was looking at here wasn't a portrait of American iniquity in Iraq, but the offensive side of our war. What is public about Iraq is the pounding our soldiers take, the day-in, day-out IED attacks against teenagers in Humvees. Most of the men our reporters know in embeds are on the defensive from sunup to sundown.
"There is an impression that we are not fighting back, but we are: Here in Abu Ghraib and places like it, away from public view, we swoop down in the night and snatch people out of their homes by the half-dozen. I would imagine that rules are bent. But what rules can there be in a place like this? (The Commando's take on the Geneva Convention: 'While you're beating his ass, don't take his picture.') I asked the Commando at one point what the goal was: 'Is the idea that we'll keep capturing these guys, until there won't be any more of them?'
"'Who knows?' he said. 'I guess...'
VI. DOWN THE RABBIT HOLE
No Way Out as a Way of Life
"The Iraq war, the central political event of this generation, this crazy flash point that will find a way to touch the lives of almost everyone in the world before it's over, is here to stay. We must come to grips with the reality of this monstrous, rapidly expanding thing that is fast taking on far greater dimensions and meaning than a mere foreign-policy blunder.
"This is the place where two existential dead ends have come around in a circle to meet in an irreconcilable explosion of violence -- the bureaucratic ennui and intellectual confusion of modern civilized man vs. the recalcitrant, prehistoric fanaticism of Al-Qaeda's literally cave-dwelling despotic mob. Human history has traveled in two exactly opposite directions for the last thousand years, and the supreme irony is that both paths led straight here, to this insane stalemate in the Mesopotamian desert.
"Beyond the walls of the FOB the chaos of Iraq is just a fresh take on the same old totalitarian double-think from the last century that sent Nazis and Communists on crazed quests for paradise by sanctioning the violence buried in their dumb hearts. All bloody revolutions rely for their success on ideologies that dehumanize the nonbeliever, and these Islamic fanatics roaming the streets of Baghdad, piously chanting 'Allahu Akbar!' as they watch the bodies of ice salesmen or infidel teenagers cook, are no different. On top of everything else, they're not even original.
"Nothing like that abject savagery is evident on the American side. But there is something very unsettling in the way that the war effort has re-created the cozy isolationism of the American suburbs in its giant military outposts. It's a concentrated dose of our culture, where Mom, her tennis lesson awaiting, sends the kids off to school and Dad, the sweetest guy you'll ever meet, brings home a paycheck earned on the backs of industrial slaves from China.
"Walking the peaceful streets of Anytown, you'd never guess this -- although at night the family purges unconscious guilt by watching morality plays like The O.C. and Desperate Housewives, in which Middle America ritualistically confesses to a sizzling sex life it's never come close to having. Our defining characteristic is that despite a creeping fear, we know ourselves very poorly, and have willfully turned a blind eye to the world outside our easy, cocoonlike consumer lives.
"In the same way, our soldiers on the FOB may be forgiven for not understanding the discontent over the wall, because the 'Iraq' of their experience is not much different from the cable-ready communities, with the Burger King just down the street, that many of them came from in the first place.
"Life is good and happy down the rabbit hole, but outside it, something is going terribly wrong. What's horrifying about Iraq is that none of our people, not even the ones running things, seem to understand why that might be. It's a terrible thing to be blind. Terrible -- and frightening..."
The first of 6 online pages, with photos, starts here~~~
There's also video.
Category: Violence, War
4 Apr 2007 @ 17:08 by Anne @184.108.40.206 : Oil's Final Trickle
amazing as your work always is, Mr. Carlson. You have a knack for gathering the ripest fruit (or sometimes the rottenest) and presenting it so it grabs one in the gut and heart. Not everyone can see into people and situations the way you do -- most of us are so busy just trying to see into ourselves. Thank you for your wide-ranging vision and interest - and keeping the rest of us informed through your eyes. A world without oil! Imagine - nothing to kill or die for.
4 Apr 2007 @ 17:57 by : Breathing Easier
Wow, thank you Anne...and I wonder who you are. See, NCN? MR. Carlson. How about that, Vax!
The sailors released.
4 Apr 2007 @ 18:00 by : And...
nothing to live for either. Unless, of course, you want to use Marijuana (Hemp) oil which is better anyway and you can make better, safer, products from it too. No, the so called 'war' in Iraq has nothing to do with oil, per se, and everything to do with propping up the so called 'dollar' against the intrusions of the Euro.
Fiat Money Mechanix, not oil, are behind the endless lies, pomp, and circumstance, that the liars and thieves, who are playing the game of government, so love to engarbulate.
COLOR OF MONEY, 2004 REPORT http://www.colorofmoney.org/com_2003.html
In case you missed it:
CIA Analysis: The Predicament Mr. Bush And The Pentagon Have Gotten US Into :
CIA analyst Stephen Pelletiere (ret. prof at the Army War College) says that after Desert Storm, when Iraq refused to bow to US. pressure, holding out against American dominance, George W. Bush fabricated the present crisis so as to, once and for all, beat the Iraqis into submission - to control oil..."
4 Apr 2007 @ 18:20 by Anne @220.127.116.11 : Oil's final trickle
I don't pretend to know the reasons for anything. Nor do I wish to enter the mind of a war criminal (I will not mention names here) - how creepy that would be - in order to determine his reasons. Whatever has happened, whatever will ever happen, for whatever "reason" - in my world there is plenty to live for - even with all the gnashing and pain. I imagine, Mr. Vax, that you are not one of the bombed and beaten in Iraq. You obviously own a computer, you have the time and intelligence to sit down and write a piece. To type off in so cavalier and blase way, "nothing to live for" - when there is so much. So much. And so many people struggle so hard and valiantly to live - even when faced with the most dire circumstances. And when you struggle in that way, you wake up finally from the long sleep of ego and you look around you and the world, even with its pain and gnashing, holds an almost unbearable beauty. For me to whine and moan, for me to say even off-hand as a clever way to write - there is no reason to live - is to dishonor those people who struggle to live against all odds. I celebrate their courage. And, along with Mr. Lennon, I like to imagine nothing to kill or die for. I can live that way even if the world does not. Of course, if someone was about to kill someone before my eyes and I had no choice but to defend that person, I would do in a minute anything I had to do.
4 Apr 2007 @ 18:24 by Anne @18.104.22.168 : Breathing Easier
Mr. Carlson. I am That. Everything else is a mere image. I am a fairy in the dust. A dust mote in your eye. I dusty bowl. A whipporwill. I am four letters that form a name chosen for me by my great ancestors long before I lived and breathed upon this planet. I Am. That is enough.
4 Apr 2007 @ 18:31 by : Obliques...
It was an obliquely satirical way of saying that, obliquely, I agree with you. On a vector of one to ten I'd say that was about, maybe, a six or a seven?
Most importantly, perhaps, those that already know the truth – as horrible as its reality is, as mind bending as its ramifications are – those whose minds have been emancipated beyond the lies, distortions, manipulations and massive propaganda, fight to expose the truth and free the minds of tens of millions of Americans because they see what it has wrought, what it has spawned in the name of every American citizen. They see new Pearl Harbors leading to perpetual war and perpetual fear for perpetual profit, power and control. They see a century-long war on concocted dark skinned enemies from alien lands, conveniently scapegoated as America’s new bogeyman, conveniently living atop billions of barrels of petroleum, their lands strategic and vital for the aspirations of a delusional empire. They see the purposeful murder of their fellow countrymen as the marketing ploy by which empire seekers unleash hell on Earth, resulting in untold death, suffering and ever-growing levels of hatred against American citizens.
Even old Takuan seems to be amiss. Identifying his body with himself, as it were...
MR Carlson. (Yes!)
4 Apr 2007 @ 20:19 by : Ms. Anne
I hope you join this weird site...and start breathing your truth onto a keyboard that brings forth a Log helping us see through your eyes.
4 Apr 2007 @ 23:02 by Quinty @22.214.171.124 : How corporate!
I have just begun the excellent piece above, and there is this business about a survey!!! How corporate!
1: How have you liked our war so far?
2. Did you die? And if so, did you die fairly?
3. Did the slaughter meet all your expectations?
4. Could there have been more blood?
5. How would you improve the next war?
Can this, in truth, be our first *corporate* war? Is it as much PR as blood and guts? Among all the contracts for tens of thousands of mercenaries there will Industrial Light and Magic orchestrate the following stages of the war?
Stay tuned! We will meet all your expectations!
Back to the piece above. Later!
5 Apr 2007 @ 04:38 by a-d : I agree
; the Iraq war is NOT about oil first an' foremost. But I don't think it is about money either.These Bastards who owns the Prints that print this Monopoly Game money know that Money is as phony as the Monopoly Game itself!
What is -never was -phony is -or WAS- all the SOURCES that told the TRUTH about Human History from the time the when the Waters receded after the Big Deluge some ah maybe nine thousand years ago --- and some normalcy started to settle in among Humankind again....indeed one place was as wonderful as a Paradise, also called the Garden of Eden... in the lands between the Two Rivers Euphrates & Tigris.... todays Iraq; the Old Mesopothamia, remember? as part of the Old Assyria, Nineve and all....and A LOT OF "WEIRD HISTORY" there , co-inciding with "other" "History"... consequently could be seen as PROOF OF THE REAL TRUTH!.... Hence the American/Israeli SAVAGE DESTRUCTION OF EVERY PIECE OF "ARTIFACT" ( read: anything that could tell a story; a piece of the TRUTH!...) Soooo.... what could that truth be that needs to be kept secret at all costs, even to the point where literally blowing up the whole Planet rather than letting the Truth out-or the Cat out of the Bag...whichever would be more dangerous... idonnnow!...; )
But the TRUTH is that there really IS a lot of "Proof" already about the true History; the HOODWINKING of the whole Humankind/indeed The PLANET! Metacrawl for yourself the names: Assyria and Mesopothamia. The first word alone will bring up so much Info you never heard before, that it will most likely flabbergast you and make you gasp for your breath! A "teaser" http://www.aina.org/aol/peter/brief.htm
Study carefully the Maps! Read about the Gods here:
http://www.crystalinks.com/assyria.html. The other place you find -if not all- but certainly many of these gods mentioned- is in the Old Testament!... "One God" -Principle!...???....I don't think so!
and who cares!... -besides the ones who would lose "face" as it were! But this Pride thing is now turning into such an "ugly mess" if you ask me, but somehow some Nations/people somehow feel so threatened if this info gets proved & discussed at normal mortals' dinner tables!
You might want to google "The Flood" or "Noah" or "Who are the (true) Semites"
or "Sumerian Kingdom" "S-History", "S-Times" , "S-Artifacts" etc etc.
The war in Iraq has been MUCH MORE about the TRUTH than it ever was about oil or the phony money! Those are just convenient Smokescreens, I am convinced... and I'm not the only person to think so! ; )
..and to guarantee no leakage from Iran; the former PERSIA... that country's Old Proofs must be destroyed as well!... April 19 has "always" been day of great affinity as when to stir up shit by these controllers!...just following their Numerology as well as Astrology /energies of Earth & other Heavenly Bodies demand!... Now that you're at it check out "Major Events on April 19 in History" on the Google. You will most likely find a "few" really interesting things!
5 Apr 2007 @ 06:39 by Anne @126.96.36.199 : oil drills
Mr. Vaxen, thank you for making clear your meaning. Also, hemp oil would indeed be a more gentle choice. Mr. Carlson, please consider me joined here. I'll be flying by here now and again. Perhaps landing, sometimes, leaving these tiny prints behind. Oh - Mr. Quinty - your questionaire is debonair - oops - the rhyme just popped out - sorry. Rhymes have minds of their own. Anyway, I think it belongs at least on David Letterman.
5 Apr 2007 @ 08:51 by : Interesting Talkback In Jerusalem Post
The Post's story April 1st about US readiness to attack Iran sometime tomorrow ("from 4 a.m. until 4 p.m.") attracted 200 comments thus far from readers. Click the Talkback hyperlink on the page. http://www.jpost.com/servlet/Satellite?cid=1173879220977&pagename=JPost%2FJPArticle%2FShowFull
6 Apr 2007 @ 00:07 by : "This isn't just about oil... "
Perhaps Brussels sprouts? (To borrow the old analogy.}
I think the author of this superb truth-hunting and honest piece became too close to the soldiers he was living with. And forgot they don't make the decisions. Or the wars. Or why our Commander in Chief sent them. They give their all to the cause, to their "band of brothers:" for the stars and stripes. This is a volunteer army, after all.
The United States has men and women currently stationed in more than a hundred nations all over the world. (I keep forgetting the current number: many apologies.) True enough, it is more than merely oil. But oil is one of the world’s major natural resources. The Middle East, forgetting Israel, wouldn’t interest us if there were nothing but sand there.
Your average high school dropout in western Kansas heartily looks down on anyone unlike himself. The guys he exchanges wisdom with in the bar are the “real people.” I know because I have been there. And have been like them myself. It is a common enough human failing. We tend to believe those like ourselves are truly the best. Maybe we envy the people who live at the top of the hill in fancy houses. The bosses, the high priced professionals, the folks with lots of money. But if they live better than ourselves they offer something to strive toward. No matter how puny our own lives are at least we can secretly admire them. They are so American!
Not so the towel heads. Or the French. (If you listen to rightwing talk radio you would believe the far right in this country has always been appalled by racial discrimination. Yeah, you bet.) And those young adventurers who are either seeking something or fleeing something who go to Iraq believe they are fully capable of “curing the disease of the culture” belonging to these backward peoples. After all, these young soldiers belong to that great team, the USA.
We can hear them bellowing in unison: USA! USA! USA!
For me it is a truly nightmarish sound.
Frankly, I am appalled that “cost plus” contracts are bringing Burger King to the American troops in the desert. Does this indicate that the government is more interested in corporate profit than in insuring that the troops are well fed? But if Burger King is part of the troops’ culture back home, are they, these men and women, going to object?
The soldiers always chorus in enthusiastic unison when asked why they are there. Could that be because they are closely supervised? Because they’re team players? Do they know anything about the Middle East? It’s history? About the west's’ involvement there?
For the past four or five years we have all been playing catch-up when it comes to knowing about the Middle East. Why should we expect these young soldiers to know more than we do? (I’m speaking for myself, but I think this is true of most Americans. Most of us don’t even own passports.)
Frankly, I think we are screwed. And the more we squirm and torturously wiggle the tighter it gets. Bush has brought us this insanity. He's going to stick it out. Now the world is paying for it.
6 Apr 2007 @ 00:39 by : Bush?
I think that is a bit like scapegoatism, quinty. I expect more from you. This war was already on 'designer war boards' in 1980. Have you been to the PNAC site? Or read Mr Brzezinskiys' books and/or papers?
Sorry I don't have the URL for the PNAC site at the moment.
This 'stuff' goes way back, quinty, and it did NOT start with George Bush, neither the elder or the younger,...
There is a way out of the 'Corporation' which is the United States. Disclaiming Corporate Existence (Piercing the Corporate Veil) is a process that extricates you from the lie. I shan't harp on, now, but it is all related to what happened after the civil war but there are basically two different types of citizenship. WIth one comes the full protection of the Rights guaranteed in the constitution (one of them) and the other makes of you a corporation! That is the 'strawman' interface to commerce.
The strawman, as it stands, is now in thier hands unless you've contested your 'corporate status.' And unless you have you are considered, by default, to be one of theirs...
I don't have the time to address this at the moment but the hoodwinking that has been done to the American people is incredible. Beyond all the patriot groups and their supposed ways out of the mess and beyond mopst strategies that I have come across is the simple, blatent, truth...
Later Mr Quintanilla. Thanks for your honesty...
6 Apr 2007 @ 03:13 by : But I know about PNAC, Vax
and have for many years.....
Here's their url: http://www.newamericancentury.org/ (I have it bookmarked.)
A good book on Bush's education is "The Rise of the Vulcans," by James Mann. Have you heard of it? It goes into the whole gory tale.
Poor George, he didn't have a foreign policy when he thought of going to the White House. So the Neocons took his education in hand and learned him a thing or two. Yes, many familiar names among the PNACers who were, as you say, itching for war and US hegemony in the Middle East for many years.
Oh yes, there troops who return as outspoken critics of the war. There many more though who actually believe the propaganda their officers hand them. Like they're in Iraq fighting for their country, democracy, freedom, to protect us homefolks from Islamo fascism etc. That ain't scapegoatism Vax: it's just unfortunately true.
Why trash Brezinsky? He's been outspoken against the war, from the beginning. Though, yes, he was hawkish in the Carter administration. Is that what you meant?
6 Apr 2007 @ 15:46 by : Hey...
Sir Quinty, I am not trashing anyone. I was studying the whole shebang way back before I ever returned to this halcyon country of light and...
The altruistic government you cherish cares so much about human rights and freedoms that its multitude number of dictators and puppets are renowned for their human rights violations and their suppression of civil liberties and freedoms.
The Middle East, that land of the Arab you hate so much, is a cesspool of torture, abuses, human rights violations and lack of freedoms, all supported by the puppets, kings and dictators your government is in bed with.
Your government is the government most despised around the world after the one in Israel, thanks to its newfound affection with torture, mass murder, the preemptive invasion and occupation of Iraq, the death of one million of its citizens, the displacement of two million more and the importation of hell on Earth into its streets.
Through a war of choice, based on lies and criminality, a civil war ready to burst and engulf an entire region in flames is afoot, yet your altruistic government is on the verge of attacking Iran, a nation that poses no military threat to America. ---
Brzezinsky is, still, one of them...
The UNITED STATES Corporation. It isn't a Nation at all! Guess who controls it...
Please don't take anything personally, Quinty san, for the allusions are not to thee my man...
Have a great day Quinty san, et al, and thanks for the linkage...
" The Project for the New American Century intends, through issue briefs, research papers, advocacy journalism, conferences, and seminars, to explain what American world leadership entails. It will also strive to rally support for a vigorous and principled policy of American international involvement and to stimulate useful public debate on foreign and defense policy and America's role in the world." --- William Kristol, Chairman
;) Need a bridge? Got one I'll sell you very cheaply...
Hsiang-yen Chih-hsien became profoundly attuned to a sound while cleaning the grave of the Imperial Tutor, Nan-yang Hui-chung. His broom caught a little stone that sailed through the air and hit a stalk of bamboo. Tock! He had been working on the kôan “My original face before my parents were born,” and with that sound his body and mind fell away completely. There was only that tock. Of course, Hsiang-yen was ready for this experience. He was deep in the samadhi of sweeping leaves and twigs from the grave of an old master, just as Bashô is lost in the samadhi of an old pond, and just as the Buddha was deep in the samadhi of the great ocean.
7 Apr 2007 @ 04:16 by @188.8.131.52 : Hatred?
I'd like to see how you'd blame Israel or America for Darfur. While you're at it, tell us what great humanitarians China, Syria, Malaysia, Singapore, and Saudi Arabia are, and how much freedom you have in those countries. Fact is, the world is envious and jealous of America and Israel. Go to most any corner of the planet, (except for Darfur) and what do you see? People with a Ford Mustang as their god, pretending they are in America because it's such a symbol to them of freedom, abundance, fun, wearing blue jeans, playing American music and eating American food. That's not hate. You are confusing the people with the country's politics and shadow governments, and the two don't always go together.
7 Apr 2007 @ 08:50 by : A Lotus By Any Other Name
About a week ago, April Fool's Day to be exact, jazzoLOG was visited by 2 commentators who wished to be anonymous, Leprechaun and Ringadingding http://www.newciv.org/mem/persnewslog.php?did=63&vid=63&xmode=show_article&artid=000063-000428&amode=standard&aoffset=0&time=1175933807 . Both names contained email addresses as hyperlinks and, as I usually do with guests here, I wrote to both. Leprechaun's appeared to be valid but I got no reply. Ringadingding's bounced as phony. As you can see by the link to the other article, Ringadingding's comment questioned the personal life of Vaxen, an NCN member of long standing...and sometimes reclining. As is his wont, he did not respond to the bellringer's questions, interesting as they were. Now we have Lotus Blossom, whose hyperlink takes us to Mia Farrow's site (the intention being, I presume, to share with us Ms. Farrow's ongoing concerns about Darfur) but equally important who uses the same computer as Madam Ringadingding. Perhaps they know each other. I have not been to "any corner of the planet" but I have a feeling that increasingly people do not envy America anymore...even if our car dealers will do almost anything to make a sale.
7 Apr 2007 @ 12:13 by @184.108.40.206 : wrong grasshopper
I suppose all the people in America illegally, and those trying to become American citizens, sworn in each year, clogging the immigration offices, coming to America to study, are all imaginary?
7 Apr 2007 @ 17:58 by : A Plague Of Locusts
No they're not, and I may be wrong. In fact, I hope I am.
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