after a month and a half of silence, salam pax is back. actually, he never left, but without electricity, you get no ‘net and with no ‘net you get no blog. so push your nightly news to the side, give those formerly embedded journalists the day off and read up on the only real man on the (iraqi) street.
So how clean are the hands of the US forces? Can they say “Well, we couldn’t do anything” and be let off the hook? Hell no. If I open the doors for you and watch you steel am I not an accomplice? They did open doors. Not to freedom but to chaos while they kept what they wanted closed. They decided to turn and look at the other side. And systematically did not show up with their tanks until all was gone and there was nothing left.We sealed ourselves away. There is nothing a voice calling for restraint can do in front of a mob. Oh and thanks for the tank in front of the national museum. And the couple of soldiers on it lounging in the sun while the looting goes on from the back door.
from tales of ali baba to sips of zam zam cola, it’s hard to find “professional” journalism nearly as compelling, honest, witty and earnest as these “amateur” entries in a simple weblog.
