This story is hilarious. I am otherwise lost for words.
Better Late Than Never
Just before the war started, Claire mailed some of her arguments in favour and I failed to post them as my 19Mar03 Weblog entry as I intended.
What It's All About
Sorry to keep harping on about the war. Mine is not a "warblog", but if you can think of a more important topic to cover let me know.
(Today another publisher invited me to write a bioinformatics book and the best I can do with that is put it in parentheses.)
Now I am about to do some particularly weak blogging. This following is a Weblog quote from a Weblog quote, but I want my anti-war friends to read it and the original source Kanan Makiya’s war diary is under heavy load as I type.
(I admit I have not quoted from the latter part of this entry which expresses strong skepticism about the extent Bush's plans for a post-war settlement, but I'm massively skeptical about that myself so I don't have much argument with the anti-war lobby there.)
The bombs have begun to fall on Baghdad. Iraqi soldiers have shot their officers and are giving themselves up to the Americans and the British in droves. Others, as in Nasiriyah and Umm Qasr, are fighting back, and civilians have already come under fire. Yet I find myself dismissing contemptuously all the e-mails and phone calls I get from antiwar friends who think they are commiserating with me because “their” country is bombing “mine.” To be sure, I am worried. Like every other Iraqi I know, I have friends and relatives in Baghdad. I am nauseous with anxiety for their safety. But still those bombs are music to my ears. They are like bells tolling for liberation in a country that has been turned into a gigantic concentration camp. One is not supposed to say such things in the kind of liberal, pacifist, and deeply anti-American circles of academia, in which I normally live and work. The truth is jarring even to my own ears.
If you want to understand the perceptual chasm that separates how Iraqis view this second Gulf war from how the rest of the Arab-Muslim world views it–or from how these antiwar elites here in Cambridge or, dare I say, in Turtle Bay or Paris or Berlin view it–then you must begin with the war that has already been waged on the people of Iraq by their own regime. Then you will know, horribly, how the explosion of a JDAM can sound beautiful. For Iraqis, the absence of this new American-led war is not the presence of peace. Years before the first American cruise missile exploded in a “safe house” of the Iraqi leadership, the people of Iraq were living through a war. They have been living through that war since 1980, the year Saddam Hussein launched his futile war against Iran. Since then, one and a half million Iraqis have met a violent death. Between 5 and 10 percent of Iraq’s population has been killed, either directly or indirectly, because of decisions made by its own leadership. The scale of such devastation on a people is impossible to imagine. Think of Germany or France after World War I. Think of the Soviet Union after World War II. The peoples that are thrust into such a meat-grinder are never the same when they emerge. Is it any wonder that we Iraqis do not look at this war the way so much of the rest of the world does?
No, Not The One With Ben Affleck
Much more thoughtful stuff from the anti-war side seems to be appearing in the mainstream media. Here's some (partisan, but challenging) commentary from historian Arthur Schlesinger.
Who Lives In A House Like This?
House prices may have been rising in Iraq recently, but I have a feeling there are going to be few takers for this particular home swap. Thanks to NTK.
Broken Law
Ageing 'Net bores like me enjoy quoting Godwin's Law, so it's doubly surprising that (not even in the interests of balance) I link to an excellent anti-war piece that invokes comparisons with the Hitler era.
It is in the interests of balance that I link here too.
Pack Up Your Troubles
While the massed ranks of the spoilt and ignorant continue to talk rubbish about "indiscriminate" "carpet bombing", the Iraqis, who are supposedly about to suffer "carnage", have been looking forward to the change of management by investing massively in their own stock market.
Given that they live in, er, Iraq, and that they are, er, Iraqis, and they have experienced an allied attack before, perhaps they are a little better informed about the future than some of those criticizing military intervention from their armchairs in the free West.
Claire’s Case For War
Daniel Day Gormless
A few weeks back we had the massed intellectual might of British popular music eloquently making the case for "peace" at the Brit Awards . By "peace", of course, they meant letting the fuzzie-wuzzies die quietly and slowly away from our TV screens, rather than conspicuously and in rather smaller numbers with someone from CNN in designer fatigues in the foreground.
My favourite pop pundit was Coldplay's lead-singer Chris Martin (current celebrity boyfriend of Hollywood actress and sobbing stick-insect Gwyneth Paltrow). He collected the award for "Best Band". As he stepped up he was quoted by the BBC as saying:
Awards are basically a nonsense and we’re all going to die if George Bush has his way, but thanks for these two awards anyway.
Once again Martin demonstrated the worth of his extraordinarily expensive education (Sherbourne private school, fees £11 000 p.a.).
The gathered "stars" gestures included politically charged acceptance speeches and changes to the lyrics of the songs they performed to reflect their "pacifist" message.
Ms. Dynamite's reworked version of George Michael's "Faith" went like this:
"I don't wanna see children die no more
So I gotta make a stand
Can you hear my voice?
Taking a life is only God's choice
I don't want blood on my hands"
Beyond argument, I'm sure you'll agree. Over the past decade God has chosen to take many children's lives in Iraq, and Saddam Hussein has, humbly, concurred—but oh! the arrogance of the White Man with His Plan. And as for the blood, Pontius Pilate had a great way of dealing with that problem and—for those on this planet lucky enough to live lives of luxury and security—it's still as effective today as it's always been.
Of course, it's understandable that British musical performing "talent" should be coming out against our invading other people's countries since it's been all of twenty years since they managed to invade any other nation's charts on a regular basis.
Actor Daniel Day-Lewis has also had to wrestle with adversity and obscurity to attain greatness (he is the son of Poet Laureate Cecil Day-Lewis). His hard-won insights are worthy of our attention. In today's Guardian he is quoted as saying:
It would be kind of obscene if we were there flouncing up the red carpet, grinning and waving, and people were dying somewhere in the world.
That's funny, Daniel, old bean. In 1988 Saddam launched a military operation called "Anfal" which caused the deaths of between 50 000 and 100 000 people in northern Iraq and used chemical weapons, mass executions and forced relocation to terrorize the area; he killed 5 000 residents of the Kurdish town of Halabjah with poison gas and nerve agents (thanks Policy Almanac). Oh yes, and, in other news, you gave the performance that won the Oscar for Best Actor, pretending to suffer the trials of one handicapped person.
Roasting That Old Chestnut
Following on from yesterday's speech by Robin Cook, she also points out that (as did an Economist article from several weeks back that I am not allowed to link to) that Israel has not clearly been in breach of resolution 242—as everyone lazily claims every time they have an argument about this. Here is her version of the argument in full. I have only slightly reformatted the original for readability.
French Twist
Claire points out that the French seem to have changed their minds somewhat about supporting the U.S.. Interestingly, they'll only help if things get dirty. Now I wonder why that might be. If I was a cynical person I'd suspect that the French might have something (else) to hide…
Insincere Apology
Sorry if there are mistakes in today's multiple entries. I have lots to cover and I am knackered after travelling to London and back to attend the opening of Imperial College's Bioinformatics Centre. I have even more to write, but really need to sleep.
I'm also fucking angry and really need to calm down. (See last entry putting the boot into assorted British luvvies and their facile anti-war rhetoric.)
The Gnome Turns
One of the few reassuring things about being "pro-war" has been the stupidity of the opposition. Even when you count George W. Bush among your friends, the average intelligence of the anti-war bloc is still comfortably low by comparison. Hey, these people are in bed with the clone-crazy Raelians.
Unfortunately for Tony Blair, whose job and place in history depend on his being on the right side of this, the greatest argument of his career, Robin Cook is not an idiot.
He's still wrong of course.
Random Oldster
Oh Dear
It was only to be expected of them.
Restless and Useless
So a third of academics want to quit? I can think of a third of academics who I want to quit. Unfortunately most of that third would have trouble persuading McDonald's to take them on.
Economists
This one is for Amber, who, despite her contributing to it from time to time, won't read my Weblog on principle.
Before you click on the link, turn off your browser's ability to open new windows with JavaScript or you will be plagued by a thousand pop-ups.
You'll need to have Flash installed to appreciate the full glory of this visual critique of the Dismal Science.
"The Blunderer"
Today The Times continues its assault on English:
The amount of incentives to lure companies to enter into deals are also rapidly increasing.
Surreality
Today, Judith, our Israel correspondent, sent me this [click for image].
This little kid waving the Palestinian flag in front of masked, machine-gun-carrying Hamasniks is wearing a Maccabi-Tel Aviv sweatshirt. Maccabi-Tel Aviv is an Israeli basketball team.
Is all this being scripted somewhere?
As one of my own work colleagues pointed out, this is like watching someone go on an Orange Order parade in a Glasgow Celtic replica shirt
How Boring
Drip
Being cynical all the time can be really hard work.
I’ve just come back from voting in our local elections. I started out well: I left the block and made some flip remark about "wishing I had an airgun" to my neighbour as we both stared up at the almost hysterically chirruping blackbird that always seems to be the roof opposite.
Then I walked to the Community Centre—a phrase normally guaranteed to rouse the sneer in my soul—to the polling station. Trouble was it was the sort of come-in-and-have-a-cuppa, take-the-weight-off-your-feet, mild-to-the-point-of-dullness spring afternoon that England is so good at. I strolled through clouds of scent from blossoming shrubs and trees. I could see people of different ages and colours migrating to the entrance with me. Two representatives from opposing parties were exchanging banter on the door as they asked for people’s numbers. Behind me an Oriental-sounding lady who had lost her voting card was being patiently reassured by one of the officials. At the desk were two smiling twentysomethings. A girl with slightly misaligned teeth scribbled on my voting paper.
Once I was in the booth, that was when I lost it. It was as though I was an extra in a propaganda film about the joy of being British. I thought about all the people who were bleeding in a ditch in some sub-tropical car-crash of a country feeling the cold of shock wash over them as their internal organs collapsed and bled in the wake of a bullet. And I thought about all the people who had died in ditches so I could be here, healthy, well-fed and in possession of most of my marbles. It was a simple, precious thing to be doing on a warm, gentle day.
After I'd checked for the third time that I had indeed voted for the right person I had to rush out into the street before I burst into tears of gratitude. Then I had a flashback to stuffing leaflets through doors as a little kid when my dad stood for election as a local councillor. I can remember being so excited and proud it hurt. It was only when I got home that I could really let it all go.
I just wish it was possible to say how much I loved my country without sounding like some Dail Mail-reading idiot. Or a member of the National Front. Those bastards stole my flag.
While I'm all emotional like this I ought to point you to a sweet story on another Weblog, because on any other day I probably would be too embarrassed to do so.
Now I've got to go and have another little cry.
08Apr02
The numbing predictability of it. Unfortunately I can't link to this, but the main political cartoon in today's Guardian has Bush with a missile-shaped "inhumane dog controller" in his hands and Blair as a lap-dog looking up at him with a missile-shaped bone in his mouth. Sharon is a fat hound wallowing in blood behind Bush and Hussein a flea-bitten cur in the far background.
Rather than read more grim stories about the New World Order, I recommend you scoot over to the Austin Chronicle and tickle Elvis.
07Apr02
Blimey. Our Tone joins Dubya in threatening Iraq.
Now I'm supposed to spout some clichés about Western imperialism and link to a cartoon depicting Blair and Bush waving their missile-shaped penises or something. Instead, I'll remind certain people that until the British “illegally” exercised their imperialist muscle in Sierra Leone (poorest country in the World, zero strategic value) my Aunt's fellow country people lived in justifiable fear of amputation, rape and robbery by assorted thugs. And now, by and large, they don't. Oh yes, and look at the horrible mess Tony and George made of Afghanistan. This isn't to say that a war in Iraq would be a Good Thing. Are there any good things happening to the people of Iraq?
Tony Blair is arguably flawed. George W. Bush is arguably not very bright. But to describe Saddam Hussein and his regime as "evil" is not hyperbole. It is not simplistic. And it isn't even stupid. Now I'm not sure if an immediate land war with Iraq is wise, but I am sure a lot of pundits will be telling us with absolute certainty that it is doomed.
We'll see.
07Apr02
Immortal? It can get kind of lonely, can't it? Bringing together small minorities is something the Web does well and the "terminally challenged", or "TCs" as I shall refer to them, are no exception. There is now a Web community where the mortally disadvantaged can go to discuss eternal life with others.
If you are thinking of joining I must warn you that the username "notdeadyet" has just been taken by yours truly.
There are forums with titles like "Sex—Is It Killing Me?" [hey, maybe I am going to live forever] and "Suggestions For Building Wealth" [here's one, TCs: buy something finite and sell it when you're older—duh].
Also on the site, member "bobdrake12"—obviously there are disadvantages to gaining immortality through cloning yourself—has "done a lot of research" about asteroids hitting earth. This sort of phenomenon must be a real inconvenience for anyone likely to be hanging about on Earth for millions of years. According to the online survey of members, 80 percent of TCs are "moderately to highly concerned" at the prospect. The other 20 percent must have seen it all before.
06Apr02
We interrupt this programme to bring a personal message for Claire Berlinski.
You very kindly sent me an email when you stumbled on counsell.com, but I can't reply to it. Your mail server keeps bouncing it back because you have exceeded your message quota, you popular international literary star, you. Send me an alternate contact address, ninny! 🙂
01Apr02
Apt that my first official Web log entry should combine April Foolery, geekiness and Google, God's own search engine. Check out their extraordinary pigeonrank technology. Talking of April Fool's day…
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