A few days ago, I was listening to the radio when I heard something that made me think twice. Iraqis who fled their homes over the past 4 years are slowly but surely returning.
What has happened to Iraq over the past 6 months? When I last blogged about it, it felt like the end of days, a hell on earth, a state teetering on the edge of the chasm of outright war and genocide.
Since then, we've had September's Petraeus report, which suggested a slight improvement, speed bumps rather than U-turns on the road Iraq was heading down. An agreement with former tribal insurgents to work together in eliminating Al-Qaeda seemed too dubious to put faith in, and political progress was nil.
In fact, the Blackwater killings that month and the death of Turkish soldiers at the hands of Kurdish rebels seemed to be the beginning of the final act.
What has changed?
Could it be that the surge is actually working? If so, then that was a good call - albeit quite late in the game. The US troop presence in Iraq seems to have taken a new meaning, gaining a sense of purpose and determination that wasn't there at the start. I have to admit that I thought it would have be analagous to closing the stable door after the horse left, but it just goes to show that you should listen to veterans like John McCain, or for that matter, The Economist.
The most probable reason for the change in fortunes is the cooperation between former Sunni insurgents and the army. Foreign militias are being rooted out of previously no-go areas, which are being secured by the local tribesman.
These together seem to be working so well that Iraqis are returning en masse. In fact, too many are returning, as in this article: http://www.sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?file=/chronicle/archive/2007/12/04/MNNHTNET9.DTL&type=politics
However, despite these new successes, you can't help but stay wary. As almost everyone has noted, 2007 is still the year with the highest number of troop casualties to date. And suicide bombings and fighting still occurs regularly across Iraq.
Things look good so far, but we can only hope that they continue this way till this whole mess is sorted.
Wednesday, December 05, 2007
Saturday, November 10, 2007
Tuesday, June 26, 2007
Friday, June 08, 2007
Winning the war
Iraq weighs heavily on people's minds these days. The violence, the effectiveness of the troop surge, the earliest date for withdrawal. Since the invasion in 2003, no weapons of mass destruction have been found, sectarian divisions have grown and bombings and fighting has become more frequent. Why did we even go in?
We need to remember that it started with 9/11. Because a few dozen men managed to create such terror over the world's wealthiest and most powerful nation, the elimination of the terrorists appeared key. Afghanistan was invaded, and the oppressive regime sent into hiding. Months later, the case against Saddam Hussein was made by Secretaries Powell and Rumsfeld, Vice President Cheney and President Bush, resulting in American troops entering and toppling the dictatorship. It has later emerged that this case was about as flimsy as a sheet of paper, its inferences non-existant.
We now have a situation where two wars which have nothing to do with each other are being fought in the same region, breeding discontent and hatred.
Reading personal accounts of life in Iraq before and after the fall of Saddam, I cannot help but feel sorry. Although their lives weren't brimming with freedom and democracy, they lived securely in their homes, were able to walk the streets safely at night and do at least some of the things we would consider to be normal. Now, Iraq resembles not a bad dream, but some vicious psychotic episode.
Once peaceful neighbours are defined as 'them', while buying goods at a market in Baghdad is tantamount to suicide. With the coming of dawn is the discovery of bodies in the streets, pieces of flesh beaten and slashed like unwanted carcasses.
Watching a scene from a CNN programme on reporting the war, it was this that hit me the hardest. The daily lot of corpses collected from the area lies strewn on a courtyard, while families come along looking for missing relatives. A woman in a burkha passes by one row. She starts suddenly and lets out a terrifying, shrieking wail. Her husband's body has caught her attention.
These people are as innocent as you or I. Watching footage like that makes me wonder if there is any justice in the world.
Of course those responsible are the monstrous insurgents, an enormous cancer slowly destroying everything that is Iraq.
But there is no doubt that also to blame for this suffering are those who started this war. That there are still some members of this demonic clique still in power today is shameful.
This is not an attack on America - indeed, the same sense of sorrow that fills me when I hear of Iraqi suffering also rises when I hear of nineteen year old soldiers dying for their country. This is a call for those responsible for the situation to be stamped out of authority and be disgraced publicly.
That, at least, is owed to the newly widowed, and to the memories of those brave men.
We need to remember that it started with 9/11. Because a few dozen men managed to create such terror over the world's wealthiest and most powerful nation, the elimination of the terrorists appeared key. Afghanistan was invaded, and the oppressive regime sent into hiding. Months later, the case against Saddam Hussein was made by Secretaries Powell and Rumsfeld, Vice President Cheney and President Bush, resulting in American troops entering and toppling the dictatorship. It has later emerged that this case was about as flimsy as a sheet of paper, its inferences non-existant.
We now have a situation where two wars which have nothing to do with each other are being fought in the same region, breeding discontent and hatred.
Reading personal accounts of life in Iraq before and after the fall of Saddam, I cannot help but feel sorry. Although their lives weren't brimming with freedom and democracy, they lived securely in their homes, were able to walk the streets safely at night and do at least some of the things we would consider to be normal. Now, Iraq resembles not a bad dream, but some vicious psychotic episode.
Once peaceful neighbours are defined as 'them', while buying goods at a market in Baghdad is tantamount to suicide. With the coming of dawn is the discovery of bodies in the streets, pieces of flesh beaten and slashed like unwanted carcasses.
Watching a scene from a CNN programme on reporting the war, it was this that hit me the hardest. The daily lot of corpses collected from the area lies strewn on a courtyard, while families come along looking for missing relatives. A woman in a burkha passes by one row. She starts suddenly and lets out a terrifying, shrieking wail. Her husband's body has caught her attention.
These people are as innocent as you or I. Watching footage like that makes me wonder if there is any justice in the world.
Of course those responsible are the monstrous insurgents, an enormous cancer slowly destroying everything that is Iraq.
But there is no doubt that also to blame for this suffering are those who started this war. That there are still some members of this demonic clique still in power today is shameful.
This is not an attack on America - indeed, the same sense of sorrow that fills me when I hear of Iraqi suffering also rises when I hear of nineteen year old soldiers dying for their country. This is a call for those responsible for the situation to be stamped out of authority and be disgraced publicly.
That, at least, is owed to the newly widowed, and to the memories of those brave men.
Obituary: Liberty
It's come to this.
How much more? How much more before the sheer idiocy of this conflict is resolved? How many more have to die before someone realises that no one can win this? How many more painful days must grind their way past us before we can be at peace in our island paradise?
How much more? How much more before the sheer idiocy of this conflict is resolved? How many more have to die before someone realises that no one can win this? How many more painful days must grind their way past us before we can be at peace in our island paradise?
Thursday, May 24, 2007
Friday, May 18, 2007
Life's best lesson
Life can be utter sh*t at times, with nothing happening, nothing going right, and nothing to reach for.
The easiest and certainly the worst way of dealing with this is to go down with the ship, falling into the deepest and darkest corridors of your mind.
Those of you who read this junk -sorry, blog - are probably familiar with my musings on that king of games (and game of kings), cricket. Cricket is a lovely sport, if only that you can draw so many analogies from it. K, here's my story:
It was a 40-over away game on an unmatted wicket - low bounce, making batting extremely tough. Our side is in, and a slow start begins to take a devastating turn: wickets tumbled left and right, till we end up 80-8 by 25 overs~slim pickins for any side. Miraculously, our 9th wicket stand lasts for the rest of the innings, and our total is 136. Respectable, yet not completely defendable.
A paltry lunch brings us to the field, with the aim of scuttling down the other side as quickly as we could. They too started slowly, but a massive 6 from the massive left-hand opener lands the ball in a canal, irretrievable. Thereafter, the batsmen opened up their shoulders - their total becomes 104-1 in around 24 overs. 33 runs to win, 8 wickets in hand (they were one batsmen short), and 15 overs left. We were surely doomed to a harsh rebuke in the dressing room.
But then, as that same opener told us he was going to go ballistic, he got out. Then another wicket fell. Then another. The next half-a-dozen overs saw maidens and wicket-maidens. On 131-8, with 6 runs and 1 wicket left, our captain took a brilliant catch to complete a remarkable turnaround.
The moral, ladies and gentlemen, was best put by Yogi Berra: it ain't over till it's over. However improbable the task you have at hand, as long as it can happen, there's no saying that it won't.
The easiest and certainly the worst way of dealing with this is to go down with the ship, falling into the deepest and darkest corridors of your mind.
Those of you who read this junk -sorry, blog - are probably familiar with my musings on that king of games (and game of kings), cricket. Cricket is a lovely sport, if only that you can draw so many analogies from it. K, here's my story:
It was a 40-over away game on an unmatted wicket - low bounce, making batting extremely tough. Our side is in, and a slow start begins to take a devastating turn: wickets tumbled left and right, till we end up 80-8 by 25 overs~slim pickins for any side. Miraculously, our 9th wicket stand lasts for the rest of the innings, and our total is 136. Respectable, yet not completely defendable.
A paltry lunch brings us to the field, with the aim of scuttling down the other side as quickly as we could. They too started slowly, but a massive 6 from the massive left-hand opener lands the ball in a canal, irretrievable. Thereafter, the batsmen opened up their shoulders - their total becomes 104-1 in around 24 overs. 33 runs to win, 8 wickets in hand (they were one batsmen short), and 15 overs left. We were surely doomed to a harsh rebuke in the dressing room.
But then, as that same opener told us he was going to go ballistic, he got out. Then another wicket fell. Then another. The next half-a-dozen overs saw maidens and wicket-maidens. On 131-8, with 6 runs and 1 wicket left, our captain took a brilliant catch to complete a remarkable turnaround.
The moral, ladies and gentlemen, was best put by Yogi Berra: it ain't over till it's over. However improbable the task you have at hand, as long as it can happen, there's no saying that it won't.
Thursday, May 17, 2007
The Last Stand?
You can accuse me of many things, but calling me honest, moral, hard working and clever would be slander.
There are times in a man's life (or anybody's really) where he is called to do his best, to face his fears, and take his place in the world. Like everyone else, I've faced moments like these often in my life. It is moments like these that you train yourself for, the last wicket stand against the great fast bowler, the delivery that has to be made when you are one run away from losing, and one wicket away from victory.
Many have been called upon on occasions like these, and many have faced the moment down with a glare of steel.
I am afraid to say I don't measure up to those men.
I laugh at such events when they are located somewhere over the far away horizon of the future; I tell myself that I could do it with my eyes close; I try to believe that I savour such moments.
Sadly, I choke at the end. I don't even try to achieve it, I just want to be as far away from that moment as I can. Those occasions strike at my heart, my conscience and more than anything else, my fears; rousing the most dormant and extinct feeling of anxiety that rests in my mind.
Why am I saying this? Being the gutless coward that I am, I want to be able to tell myself 'I told you so' at the end of all this. Goodbye, and good luck. I'm sure you won't need it.
There are times in a man's life (or anybody's really) where he is called to do his best, to face his fears, and take his place in the world. Like everyone else, I've faced moments like these often in my life. It is moments like these that you train yourself for, the last wicket stand against the great fast bowler, the delivery that has to be made when you are one run away from losing, and one wicket away from victory.
Many have been called upon on occasions like these, and many have faced the moment down with a glare of steel.
I am afraid to say I don't measure up to those men.
I laugh at such events when they are located somewhere over the far away horizon of the future; I tell myself that I could do it with my eyes close; I try to believe that I savour such moments.
Sadly, I choke at the end. I don't even try to achieve it, I just want to be as far away from that moment as I can. Those occasions strike at my heart, my conscience and more than anything else, my fears; rousing the most dormant and extinct feeling of anxiety that rests in my mind.
Why am I saying this? Being the gutless coward that I am, I want to be able to tell myself 'I told you so' at the end of all this. Goodbye, and good luck. I'm sure you won't need it.
Monday, May 14, 2007
Love, take 2
In response to a previous post, i got a few good answers from face to face meetings. But here's a better question:
How on earth can u tell if a girl likes u?
I've got one idea:
you can't! Cos u can never tell what they're thinking!
How on earth can u tell if a girl likes u?
I've got one idea:
you can't! Cos u can never tell what they're thinking!
The Bastard Church of Scientology
Can you believe this: Editor defends Scientology report ?
The story of the exploding BBC Panorama reporter is a sad reflection on the limits, the cunning, and the utter stupidity of human kind.
Scientology is a new ... 'religion'. I am hesitant to call it that because its apparent values (technically, you're not supposed to know the full story of the aliens and volcanoes until you've coughed up a few million) seem to tend towards the absurd. Then again, believing that someone turned water into wine or heard the voice of God inside their head seems somewhat silly as well.
What I feel is wrong about Scientology is its requirement of massive amounts of cash from members in return for further revelations as to the true history of life, the universe and everything (although again, the word 'tithe' springs to mind). It seems so unscrupulous, so blatantly and perversely greedy that it calls for a great leap of faith itself.
Tom Cruise (I just had to mention him!) and the other famous members of this odd congregation bring a certain glamour and interest to this 'church'. But if it was just comprised of a bunch of hicks, red necks and loonies, would we be so enthralled? Scientology would just be another cult (note that word), unknown and uncared for. Based on a book by L. Ron Hubbard, it would probably sound like some sci-fi fan club gone wild - which it just might be.
I feel deeply sorry for that reporter. The way he shouts is suggestive of a man who is trying to reassure himself that the world is round, rotates in about 24 hours and is pulling at (and being pulled by) his centre of mass - not full of the crazies around him. The vast funds of the church means that even old Aunty can be hunted down by private detectives, harassed to the point of tears. Investigative journalism is by nature an ugly, probing thing, necessary for society as a whole. Nothing except the foundations of democracy, liberty and freedom - should stand in its way.
Oh, and by the way Mr Patriarch or Pope of Scientology: I'm an atheist. So nah na na nah nah!
The story of the exploding BBC Panorama reporter is a sad reflection on the limits, the cunning, and the utter stupidity of human kind.
Scientology is a new ... 'religion'. I am hesitant to call it that because its apparent values (technically, you're not supposed to know the full story of the aliens and volcanoes until you've coughed up a few million) seem to tend towards the absurd. Then again, believing that someone turned water into wine or heard the voice of God inside their head seems somewhat silly as well.
What I feel is wrong about Scientology is its requirement of massive amounts of cash from members in return for further revelations as to the true history of life, the universe and everything (although again, the word 'tithe' springs to mind). It seems so unscrupulous, so blatantly and perversely greedy that it calls for a great leap of faith itself.
Tom Cruise (I just had to mention him!) and the other famous members of this odd congregation bring a certain glamour and interest to this 'church'. But if it was just comprised of a bunch of hicks, red necks and loonies, would we be so enthralled? Scientology would just be another cult (note that word), unknown and uncared for. Based on a book by L. Ron Hubbard, it would probably sound like some sci-fi fan club gone wild - which it just might be.
I feel deeply sorry for that reporter. The way he shouts is suggestive of a man who is trying to reassure himself that the world is round, rotates in about 24 hours and is pulling at (and being pulled by) his centre of mass - not full of the crazies around him. The vast funds of the church means that even old Aunty can be hunted down by private detectives, harassed to the point of tears. Investigative journalism is by nature an ugly, probing thing, necessary for society as a whole. Nothing except the foundations of democracy, liberty and freedom - should stand in its way.
Oh, and by the way Mr Patriarch or Pope of Scientology: I'm an atheist. So nah na na nah nah!
Sunday, April 29, 2007
Oh, the disappointment sinks in
For a few days, it seemed like Sri Lanka had a decent chance of winning the world cup. They seemed the in form side, a great line up of bowlers, a gallery of sharp fielders and useful batsmen who might outwit the Aussies when they least suspected it.
How heavily are such light hopes crushed.
It seemed inevitable that Australia would reach the final, perhaps even more so that they would win it. Four years ago it was with a determined hammering from Ricky Ponting, and yesterday Adam Gilchrist decided to attack the crowd from his position in the middle. 149 off around a 130 balls. If he had just made 30, Sri Lanka might've been in it.
What a tragic ending to an often dismal tournament. Cut short by rain, I would have thought that the World Cup Final of all cricket games would have been rescheduled for the next day. Unfortunately, the completely idiotic powers-that-be decided otherwise, and 38 overs a side it was. More rain meant that the Australian side celebrated too early due to a mistake by the match referee. Whatever the case, Sri Lanka lost by 54 runs a la Duckworth-Lewis. Or for the more sensible, Aus 281-4 (38 overs) beat SL 215-8 (36).
Australia have won the ICC Cricket World Cup for a fourth time, and for a third successive time. Cricket receives another nail in its coffin.
How heavily are such light hopes crushed.
It seemed inevitable that Australia would reach the final, perhaps even more so that they would win it. Four years ago it was with a determined hammering from Ricky Ponting, and yesterday Adam Gilchrist decided to attack the crowd from his position in the middle. 149 off around a 130 balls. If he had just made 30, Sri Lanka might've been in it.
What a tragic ending to an often dismal tournament. Cut short by rain, I would have thought that the World Cup Final of all cricket games would have been rescheduled for the next day. Unfortunately, the completely idiotic powers-that-be decided otherwise, and 38 overs a side it was. More rain meant that the Australian side celebrated too early due to a mistake by the match referee. Whatever the case, Sri Lanka lost by 54 runs a la Duckworth-Lewis. Or for the more sensible, Aus 281-4 (38 overs) beat SL 215-8 (36).
Australia have won the ICC Cricket World Cup for a fourth time, and for a third successive time. Cricket receives another nail in its coffin.
Wednesday, April 18, 2007
Virginia Tech University
33 dead. About as many injured. 1 gunman, 2 intermittent attacks.
Too familiar.
It takes just one student - one lonely, depressed, irrational person - to end so much life. Lives that could have changed the world one day, lives that were setting up the stage for those changes.
Why?
We should really know why by now. The apathy of society and the weight of modern life have put a strain on the human condition - place a gun within reach of a person, and you have a disaster on your hands.
Help is nearly always there for people who feel so down and angry at the world that they feel like destroying it. The concern needed to get a person to get help, and the desire to accept help, isn't always.
There is no way to ever completely stop these incidents. But the frequency of such events is alarming. The tools for such a killing may have to be kept away; people may just have to listen more; the world might just have to slow down.
Please, never again.
Too familiar.
It takes just one student - one lonely, depressed, irrational person - to end so much life. Lives that could have changed the world one day, lives that were setting up the stage for those changes.
Why?
We should really know why by now. The apathy of society and the weight of modern life have put a strain on the human condition - place a gun within reach of a person, and you have a disaster on your hands.
Help is nearly always there for people who feel so down and angry at the world that they feel like destroying it. The concern needed to get a person to get help, and the desire to accept help, isn't always.
There is no way to ever completely stop these incidents. But the frequency of such events is alarming. The tools for such a killing may have to be kept away; people may just have to listen more; the world might just have to slow down.
Please, never again.
Friday, April 13, 2007
Kurt Vonnegut, 84
Kurt Vonnegut, author of "Slaughterhouse 5" and an American soldier in the Second World War died on Wednesday, 11th April. Listening and reading radio and newspaper obituaries, I've learnt that he was a cult figure in the 60s and 70s, continuing the dark humour surrounding Billy Pilgrim's tale into his other works. A literary icon has passed away. So it goes.
Wednesday, April 11, 2007
Life on Mars
Why did it have to end like that? My god, Sam Tyler committed suicide to end up back in 1973!!!
I feel sick!
I feel sick!
Monday, April 09, 2007
Malinga 4 Wickets from 4 Balls
I just had to put this video up - the weirdest action in the world brings a dramatic ending to an otherwise straight-forward victory for the Proteas! I'm so glad Sri Lanka have him!
Saturday, April 07, 2007
Are things beginning to crumble?
It may not seem like it at first, but skip to the middle bit or whatever, and you'll find O'Reilly screaming his lungs out! Are the neo-cons self-destructing?
That's just not cricket, Amnesty International!
There have been reports recently that AI - the human rights watchdog - has been attempting to "educate people about human rights" by handing out cricket balls at World Cup matches with comments which put the Sri Lankan government into disrepute:
Angry Sri Lanka blasts Amnesty International for human rights cricket campaign - International Herald Tribune
Normally (and I do mean normally, not just rhetorically), I would just shake my head and feel embarrassed about my country's continuing downward spiral, but AI has crossed a very thick line in my book.
Perhaps Apartheid-era South Africa deserved to be treated like a leper when it came to the world of sports, for denying a majority of their population from taking part. However much Sri Lanka is to fault though, this is uncalled for. Cricket is pretty much the only good news Sri Lanka has received over the past few years, and with our team doing rather well (if I do say so myself), it would be sinful to disrupt their concentration. Anything other than a win in the final, with the knowledge that Sri Lanka are world-beaters in one at least one avenue of life, would result in a collective state of mental depression. We're not much for effigy-burnings or big protests if we lose, just the odd letter to the editor and an aggravated pundit.
The Sri Lankan team is perhaps (crossing my fingers here) a symbol of national unity, with players from different parts of the country and different ethnic backgrounds working together towards shared goals. There are scandals of corruption, of politicising the board, of dealing with criminals - but the team is something to feel passionate about.
I'll also wager that if we weren't playing so well at the moment, and left after the group stage - like say, a certain Zimbabwe - this wouldn't be happening. I didn't seem to hear anything about the Zimbabwean team having such a campaign against them last month.
So if you're reading this, AI, this is my plea: just let us at least have a chance at trying to win this thing!
Angry Sri Lanka blasts Amnesty International for human rights cricket campaign - International Herald Tribune
Normally (and I do mean normally, not just rhetorically), I would just shake my head and feel embarrassed about my country's continuing downward spiral, but AI has crossed a very thick line in my book.
Perhaps Apartheid-era South Africa deserved to be treated like a leper when it came to the world of sports, for denying a majority of their population from taking part. However much Sri Lanka is to fault though, this is uncalled for. Cricket is pretty much the only good news Sri Lanka has received over the past few years, and with our team doing rather well (if I do say so myself), it would be sinful to disrupt their concentration. Anything other than a win in the final, with the knowledge that Sri Lanka are world-beaters in one at least one avenue of life, would result in a collective state of mental depression. We're not much for effigy-burnings or big protests if we lose, just the odd letter to the editor and an aggravated pundit.
The Sri Lankan team is perhaps (crossing my fingers here) a symbol of national unity, with players from different parts of the country and different ethnic backgrounds working together towards shared goals. There are scandals of corruption, of politicising the board, of dealing with criminals - but the team is something to feel passionate about.
I'll also wager that if we weren't playing so well at the moment, and left after the group stage - like say, a certain Zimbabwe - this wouldn't be happening. I didn't seem to hear anything about the Zimbabwean team having such a campaign against them last month.
So if you're reading this, AI, this is my plea: just let us at least have a chance at trying to win this thing!
BUMPER STICKERS: TO TAUNT YOUR REPUBLICAN FRIENDS
1. Bush: End of an Error
2. That's OK, I Wasn't Using My Civil Liberties Anyway
3. Let's Fix Democracy in this Country First
4. If You Want a Nation Ruled By Religion, Move to Iran
5. Bush. Like a Rock. Only Dumber.
6. If You Can Read This, You're Not Our President
7. Of Course It Hurts: You're Getting Screwed by an Elephant
8. Hey, Bush Supporters:
Embarrassed Yet?
9. George Bush: Creating the Terrorists Our Kids Will Have to Fight
10. Impeachment: It's Not Just for Blow Jobs Anymore
11. America: One Nation, Under Surveillance
12. They Call Him "W"
So He Can Spell It
13. Whose God Do You Kill For?
14. Jail to the Chief
15. No, Seriously...Why Did We Invade Iraq?
(Oh, never mind...you just sound like a broken record of
misinformation!)
16. Bush: God's Way of Proving Intelligent Design is Full Of Crap
17. Bad President! No Banana.
18. We Need a President Who's Fluent In At Least One Language
19. We're Making Enemies Faster
Than We Can Kill Them
20. Is It Vietnam Yet?
21. Bush Doesn't Care About
White People, Either
22. Where Are We Going?
And Why Are We In This Hand Basket?
23. You Elected Him.
You Deserve Him.
24. Dubya, Your Dad
Shoulda Pulled Out, Too
25. When Bush Took Office,
Gas Was $1.46
26. The Republican Party:
Our Bridge to the 11th Century
27. What Part of "Bush Lied"
Don't You Understand?
28. One Nation Under Clod
29. 2004: Embarrassed
2005: Horrified
2006: Terrified
30. Bush Never Exhaled
31. Pray For Impeachment
(Nooooo!!! Scratch that!
Who wants Cheney for Prez??!!!)
32. At Least Nixon Resigned
2. That's OK, I Wasn't Using My Civil Liberties Anyway
3. Let's Fix Democracy in this Country First
4. If You Want a Nation Ruled By Religion, Move to Iran
5. Bush. Like a Rock. Only Dumber.
6. If You Can Read This, You're Not Our President
7. Of Course It Hurts: You're Getting Screwed by an Elephant
8. Hey, Bush Supporters:
Embarrassed Yet?
9. George Bush: Creating the Terrorists Our Kids Will Have to Fight
10. Impeachment: It's Not Just for Blow Jobs Anymore
11. America: One Nation, Under Surveillance
12. They Call Him "W"
So He Can Spell It
13. Whose God Do You Kill For?
14. Jail to the Chief
15. No, Seriously...Why Did We Invade Iraq?
(Oh, never mind...you just sound like a broken record of
misinformation!)
16. Bush: God's Way of Proving Intelligent Design is Full Of Crap
17. Bad President! No Banana.
18. We Need a President Who's Fluent In At Least One Language
19. We're Making Enemies Faster
Than We Can Kill Them
20. Is It Vietnam Yet?
21. Bush Doesn't Care About
White People, Either
22. Where Are We Going?
And Why Are We In This Hand Basket?
23. You Elected Him.
You Deserve Him.
24. Dubya, Your Dad
Shoulda Pulled Out, Too
25. When Bush Took Office,
Gas Was $1.46
26. The Republican Party:
Our Bridge to the 11th Century
27. What Part of "Bush Lied"
Don't You Understand?
28. One Nation Under Clod
29. 2004: Embarrassed
2005: Horrified
2006: Terrified
30. Bush Never Exhaled
31. Pray For Impeachment
(Nooooo!!! Scratch that!
Who wants Cheney for Prez??!!!)
32. At Least Nixon Resigned
France Eurovision 2007 entry - Les Fatals Picards
Honestly, these guys are just incredible - the video here is just hilarious. For those readers in Europe, you have to vote for them.
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