Thursday, October 20, 2011

Dugout on Black Water


Another Tyrant Found in a Hole. This one May or May Not have tried to Flee, May or May Not have tried to Resist, May or May Not have been Wounded in Both Legs by Forces who may or may not have been "Our Own." We will never know. How many lives did this capture and wounding cost, or did Mr. Q'adaffi defend his 'hood alone? 

Think NATO. Think Nukes and Tanks and all that's happening in the Balkans which we are told Nothing Of. The cruel beauty of the B2 Stealth, the 'planes whose pilots sit far-away in underground safety, facing no risk whilst guiding their payload groundward. Think oil. Think blood. Ichor!!  

Rejoice! The Colonel is Dead, the West are Heroes Of the Arab Spring. Long Live Those with Guns, likewise Live Long the Sellers of Guns!  Rejoice and also Cherish, for Our Nobility in Victory twice Profits Us and there are Good Careers in the Long-Pig Abattoir Trade, while Our Future has been Made Safer by the Brave Killing of another Frightened Man Sheltering in a Dugout after he had been Wounded. We do that well. 

They say the Rebels Are Doctors and Lawyers who Just Want to Go Back to Their Jobs.

One feels sick.  

Sunday, October 9, 2011

(the burning deck)

I admit to failing to admit water to put out the flames.  I admit to foundering.  I admit to wreckage.