A pre-war flurry of missile strikes this morning, in both directions.
Often the attitude of my co-workers really fucks me off. The Iraq ‘war’ being a case in point. There’s a horrible, childish, playground element to the thinking. Like gleefully gloating over the runt that has brought the attention of the bully upon himself and is about to get a kicking. The slavering anticipation of violence, from a position of isolated safety where anything more than a superficial emotional involvement is unthinkable.
Decent non-sensational, low-bandwidth summaries from ananova and the BBC.
Pakistan and India are united for once in their particularly strong reactions.
Got an email from Russell in Kuwait(!), hit more for details.
He’s currently based in the US base Camp Doha. Written with characteristic wit:
“All the Brits stood out as very few of us had desert camouflage, unlike the Americans who were resplendent in the correct kit. One American asked his friend whether we were Australians. In a coalition of two this didnÂ’t inspire confidence.”
Oddly enough he’s near the US Psyops centre I mentioned yesterday:
“as I drift off to sleep all I can hear are printing presses thumping out thousands of leaflets. Some peoplesÂ’ war will bring flashbacks featuring helicopters and shell blasts, mine will bring back images of leaflets streaming out of printers.”
There’s a military website where we can submit special email for him, I’ll dig out the details.
21-Mar-03 at 5:27 pm | Permalink
Currently exchanging bitter dialogue with my big sis on the Iraq subject. She and her family were evacuated from Saudi Arabia, where her husband works for BAE, last week. And like your co workers, her head is firmly in her arse on the subject. Why do people feel the need to gloat at other people’s terrible misfortune? its one of the most repugmant facets of the human condition. Watched the televised House Of Commons debates on Tue/wed, and felt sick to my stomach as the usually succinct Charles Kennedy was stamped on by the bigger boys.