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More Than One Way To Cook A Fish

puffedporcHere's a site where you can do an end-run around the NY Times' Select stonewall. Read below the fold...

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At Last

affsPaul William Roberts' book, A War Against Truth, has just arrived at my home today, having only just been released in the States. I've been waiting to get my hands on this. I mean, this is a man with all the street cred you could ever expect from a reporter in Iraq, a man who speaks the language, who has lived among the people and had friends there, who has spoken with Saddam Hussein, and who knows what it feels like for the bombs of 2003 to tear apart the house in which he is living, and kill his friends in front of his eyes. A man who is telling you things like this:

"My Mummy and Daddy," Bassim explained, the strained rationality in his voice making his words sound like plastic. "I must help them … in there … They're in there," he added, in case I had forgotten who lived in the house.

Bassim tried climbing up the exterior wall, but his efforts just dislodged more concrete and masonry. We picked our way around to the rear, looking for a way in but finding nothing viable. The fire inside was getting worse, snapping and spitting as it gorged on kerosene and cooking oils.
Then, on the far side, we found an entire upper room exposed intact to the black night air. Its outer wall had been peeled away, like a dolls' house or an architectural illustration, revealing the interior: a tiny wardrobe, a small armchair, a little writing table, a narrow pallet with a diminutive person asleep beneath pristine white sheets.
There was a noise like some giant beating on a steel door with a 200-foot-long hammer. Then came an intense roaring sound followed by a staggeringly huge explosion not far away. My cheeks flapped and lips opened involuntarily as the wave hit, shattering more glass and causing the dying house to lurch as if galvanized. Great pistons plunged through the tiny canals in my ears; I felt as if my brain was being squeezed by big soft hands.

Bassim, oblivious, had already scrambled up the brickwork and was soon cradling the little head. It was his great-aunt. She had probably died of heart failure around the time of impact.

I recalled the only thing she had ever said to me, the day before:

"You must tell Mr. Bush that this is not a good thing he does here. He thinks it is a good thing, but it is not at all good. Ask him which of his own children he would allow to die to destroy Saddam Hussein. He will not be willing to see his own child die for this. Then why must we see our children die for this madness? This is what you must write for the Americani to read … is it not so?" She had turned to the others for support here.

"Aunty wants to be the next Minister of Information," Bassim had told me, gently mocking the frail old lady.

"I don't have the imagination for that any more," she had said, not missing a beat. "Mohammed Sayeed Sahaf is doing a fine job, anyway, and this is because, you see, he always wanted to be a writer of novels. The 'Mother of All Battles' was his phrase, you know?"

"This is the Mother of All Aunties," Bassim had confided to me, loudly enough for his great-aunt to hear.

"Take him back to England with you," she had asked me, suddenly very serious. "Rana and Amira too. There is no life for them here. Make him go back with you …"

Her voice had sounded so desolate and drained that I simply nodded to her grimly — Yes, I will, I will. I promise.

"Bassim, promise you will go back with Mr. Robert. Take your family. Get out of here!"

"Oh, Aunty, don't be so grim. Look on the bright side. Everything will turn out fine — you'll see …"

If you don't have this book, go to the link and read the first chapter.

Then follow this link to Roberts' Globe and Mail piece done September 10, on the desolation of New Orleans, the p/blunder of Iraq, and the American death-wish that is our foreign policy, where you'll read things like this: Read below the fold...

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So They Broke The Law (Again)

Literacy is the path to CommunismAccording to Editor & Publisher:

"The Bush Administration violated laws prohibiting the use of covert propaganda when it secretly paid broadcaster/columnist Armstrong Williams to promote its education policies, the U.S. Government Accountability Office said Friday...

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I Wish I Was In New Orleans

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Celebration Of A Modern Master

skeleton dog Pat Oliphant is the premiere editorial cartoonist living today. His work combines classic draftsmanship, beauty and mastery of medium with a powerfully keen sardonic edge and an unmatched ability to marry symbols to issues. Read below the fold...

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Stop Me If You've Seen This One

I posted the piece below as a signpost over at the old Corrente, since I didn't put up the piece on the march over there. But I'm reproducing it here because I thought you'd like the pictures: Read below the fold...

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And That's The Way It Is

24_Sept_DC 061It’s been a few days since the anti-war march in D.C., and by now there are some excellent write-ups about it out there, especially from Max Sawicky, eRobin, and William Rivers Pitt. Read below the fold...

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Calling Clarence Darrow

Since the absurdity that is the "Intelligent Design" crusade currently targeting the Dover School District of my home state is on the front page of The NYTimes, and also since I'm not feeling so well, this seemed as good a time as any to re-visit the post I put up last November about this issue. As the Times article says: Read below the fold...

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Fair Witness

I'm back from a long day in D.C., with pictures and stories and plenty to tell, but I'm too tired to write about it yet. I will tell you this much, though: I glanced at the coverage given the march by Reuters, Knight Ritter, CNN, the AP (whose piece was reproduced by the LATimes), NYTimes, and WaPo.
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Stop The War. Period.

Come to D.C. TODAY.

HELLO

Do SOMETHING, for Christ's sake! Get your ass to the protest. If you can't do that, call your representatives. Send them letters. Write to the newspapers. Show your face somewhere and take a stand in public. Make your voice heard.

DO something.

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Stop The War VI

Come to D.C. on the 24th. I'll be there, hanging with Democracy For America, and carrying the flag in the upside-down signal of distress. Plans are to hook up with Robin of Fact-Esque, and Barbara of Mahablog, and possibly Neddie of By Neddie Jingo and Melanie of Just A Bump in the Beltway. Read below the fold...

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Stop The War V

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Stop The War IV

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Stop The War III

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We Still Don't Get It

This morning Hurricane Rita chugs along at 140 mph, on target to flatten the coastline in her path as a Cat 4 storm. Better than a 5, absolutely, but its's troubling that it has lost so little power in the time it was downgraded yesterday.
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