Monthly Archives: March 2003

48 Hours


George W. did it last night, as billed.  Saddam Hussein got his eviction notice to vacate or face deliveries of rapidly moving steel bits, courtesy of the Army Ordinance Depot from Fort Benning, Georgia.  A good speech that pushed the right buttons and gave Saddam Hussein the heads-up dictated by international law that there is a pile of manure and a fan, coming together.

If I were running the show, I would be looking at the 21st as the jump-off day.  Saddam is figuring a prompt 48 hours, so go in 72 or so, after everyone is all keyed up to start festivities and is starting that slide down from being pumped to being disappointed.  That’s when you whack’em.  Much like the police delivering a warrant, nail the bad guy at 0400 when they’re still asleep.  Don’t ring the doorbell at 1000 and ask if the Republican Guard can come out to play.

Now, assuming the ground war runs a week or two and the US gets the pink slip to Iraq, what the hell do we do with it?  It is like a dog chasing a car.  If the dog ever catches the car, the dog has no idea what do with it. 

George W. has said he doesn’t want to run it and frankly, neither does anyone else.  Canada could have a role in here, doing what we do best, peacekeeping and delivering humanitarian aid.

Except Iraq is just a collection of tribes held together with a money teat of Oil.  Kurds, Suni, Afghani and a few hundred thousand other lesser brands, who, like Yugoslavia, don’t like each other, or anyone else.  Keeping the peace in that mix is, at best, difficult. 

At least the 30-year reign of Saddam Hussein has ridden the country of old-guard communists who were killed for sport when Saddam took over in the 70’s.  Since the people of Iraq have no organized opposition left alive and no obvious replacement in the wings, aside from Saddam, they’ll create their own tribal based version that should, with any luck, result in only a few decades of mindless instability, purges, jihads, mass deportations, one or two winters of starvation, disease and a telethon or two.

As a planet, we’ve become rather skilled at bouncing out dictators and the dangerously disturbed with itchy trigger fingers.  The one we haven’t figured out yet, is how to airlift a full-blown Jeffersonian Democracy into place after the smoke has cleared.  We tried that in Gaza, Cyprus, Korea, Uganda, Somalia, Yemen, Argentina, Chile, Nicaragua, Panama, Yugoslavia, Viet Nam and a bunch of other countries, with little or no success. 

It did work in Germany and Austria after WW2 and to a lesser extent, Japan, but fell on its ass in India, Pakistan and Bangladesh. And we’re not going to mention Kenya, Liberia, Zaire, Rhodesia/Zimbabwe, Haiti or Grenada.

Is Jeffersonian Democracy the best solution to drop in?  Well, no.  It doesn’t work that well in countries that don’t have a pot to piss in, or a window to throw it out of.  Good old Stalinist Fascism tends to work better on the desperately poor, as a powerful, insane, needlessly violent central government that has food, tends to overcome ethnic, tribal or village loyalties by the expedient of killing or starving anyone who disagrees. 

Look at Yugoslavia as an example:  Yugoslavia is a put-up job, more or less created by the League of Nations to put all the Croats, Serbs, Macedonians and other ethnic groups into one map reference.  Russian ran the joint with an iron fist until Russia imploded.  Then the population reverted to ethnic, tribal and village loyalties which was what they had all along.  They were not loyal to Yugoslavia, but to Croatia, or Serbia or Obscuria, even though those countries had not existed since the end of  WWI.

If we take over Iraq, will it dissolve into the Suni, Kurd and Afghani, North and South, Oiled and Unoiled?  Of course it will and they’ll fight like wet cats in a sack over oil, food and access to the Gulf. 

At that point the UN will throw its hands up an say “fuck it” and another insane violent dictator will step up to unite Iraq with promises of “democracy” and “freedom” and “prosperity” right after we have another purge of those who still have their right hand or brown eyes, or the wrong hairstyle.  Then we’ll form a “commission of reform and advancement” to decided on how our new constitution will look.  Unfortunately all the members of that commission were killed in a bombing by radicals, so we must continue with martial law until the rebels are captured.  Is this sounding familiar?  India and Pakistan come to mind, along with most of Africa at one time or another.

Canada Takes A Dive


Our Prime Minister, Jean Chretien, stood up in the House of Commons today and said that Canada would not participate in a war against Iraq unless it was under a new UN resolution.  Since I can only speak for myself, I wish to apologize to the rest of the world, especially the US, for this.  Canada has a moral, ethical and political right to side with our largest ally.  Even if our armed forces couldn’t defend a small park, we should be there in some capacity, on side with the US.

One of the reasons the PM came down with this out-of-left field utterance, is that he is a blithering idiot surrounded by the head-injured and terminal sufferers of that terrible disease, Self-Importance.  There was no preliminary discussion about the Canadian role in the Gulf, aside from let diplomacy work first.  Pow, out of the clear sunny day, we’re not going to step up.

The second reason, I am surmising here, is that he is going to retire sometime in February of 04.  The leadership contest to take over the Liberal party (and the top job) is underway now, with Paul Martin, Sheila Copps and John (Beaker) Manley running for the big chair.  When Chretien stood up in the house an announced our non-involvement, it became policy of the Government.  All three, Martin, Copps and Manley, are sitting Government Members.  They are now effectively gagged by Government Solidarity on speaking out, in any way, for anything dealing with a pro-US stance on Iraq.

Chretien threw a hook shot as a lame duck PM to smack down dissent.  It is a sign of a bitter, vicious old political hack to pull that kind of mean bullshit.  But it is what he did.  I’m sorry.

Celebrity Justice


I have mentioned some of the anti-war celebrities before, Garofalo, Sheen etc., and even complimented them on the soundness of their position.  I might not agree, but I do compliment them on being rational about it and in a democracy everyone has the right to spout off, including me.

There are a few web sites that are now popping up decrying celebrity punditry, generally badmouthing these folks for sounding off, as well well as pissing all over France or some other country for not being onside in the Gulf thang.  Please remember that vigorous dissent of the government position is a keystone of democracy.  People with a different opinion are allowed to have their say as long as they want to, no matter how wrong-headed it might be.

If you strongly disagree with the celebrity anti-war position, you have the choice not to watch, buy or attend anything that these celebrities are involved in.  This is your right too.  I have no opinion here, except to say that people are allowed to speak out against something, just as you are allowed to not buy something.  It comes down to choices.

The people we should be caring about, wasting brain cycles on, or generally fretting over, are the various military people in the Gulf.  Canada has a couple of our ships over there, with two more on the way and I’m fairly certain that some of the Princess Patricia Canadian Light Infantry with specialized skills are doing their thing in Kuwait with the US.  The US, of course, as this is their show, have somewhere around a half-million troops overseas.  A good percentage are weekend warriors, national guard, Reserve troops, or in Canadian-speak, militia.

These are ordinary people who signed up for two weeks a year and one weekend a month of service.  They have given up their homes, jobs, families, beds and remote controls to the TV in exchange for a smelly uniform, sand in their food and endless hours of boredom while waiting to go to war.

Yes, some signed up just for the medical benefits and were quite astonished when their units were called up for a long-term posting in the sandbox.  Yes, there were many tears shed when they left, but they still did their duty and are doing what they do. 

We’re in a fairly soft position here, plinking away on our computers, sleeping in our own beds and carrying on a basically normal life.  At the end of the day, we go home, having had a ‘cutthroat day’ of whatever we work at. 

Soldiers, on the other hand, have a job description that concludes with “By the way, you might get your whole body blown to bits by an enemy shell, that doesn’t leave a whole lot for your family to bury.  We might find the chin strap to your helmet and an eyebrow, but we’ll send that home, at our expense.  And a medal.  Sign here…”  This is not the cuddliest job description I’ve ever read. 

Anyone who signed on that dotted line, deserves our support even if you don’t agree with the reasons for the war.  Getting bitter and twisted about various famous people is perhaps not the best use of mental resources. 

If you want something to worry about, dedicate brain power to Gravity. If that stops working we’re all in a world of hurt.

France, Understanding of,


In the current diplomatic haze that surrounds the Iraq Follies, France is not onside, that much is clear.  Some American congressfolks have demanded changes to the Congressional Cafeteria to list “Freedom” fries, and “Freedom” toast rather than French fries and French toast in response to France’s intractability on the international front.

The deal with France goes back centuries.  Britain and France have never really liked each other and this slopped into the American Revolutionary War; France siding with the Republicans, simply because it would piss off Britain. 

I don’t mean to suggest that France marches to the beat of a different drummer at all times, but if you look, historically, it certainly seems that way.  They don’t play well with the European Economic Community standards, unless it is in their interests.  They don’t play well with International Trade, unless it is in their interests.  They don’t even play well with the usual rules of Industrial Activity, having been nailed more than once for industrial espionage offshore.

Internally, Marselleians hate the Provençale, The Provençale hate the Brittany, The Brittany hate the Lyonnais, and everyone hates the Parisians, who hate everyone else in France, while everyone hates the Government, as the Government treats all citizens with barely constrained disgust that is only reserved for Union members.  Some days it seems that the only thing that France agrees on is sex and food.

As noted earlier, France is not keen on an Iraq invasion, simply because the US will find all kinds of “Made in France” labels on stuff used to produce weapons, fertilizer, chemicals and infrastructure.  This will cause some deep embarrassment in France, which will then begin the finger-pointing internally as to who violated the UN sanctions.  This cuts into the time for eating and copulating, with the attendant going to inquiries, filing briefs, sitting in meetings and discussing the ‘situation’.

We really don’t have to worry about France.  Ignore them and let them self-destruct internally, as this is their natural state of uproar and upset.  France’s opinion internationally, has as much impact as that of Absurdistan or Upper Revolta, as the rest of the diplomatic community gets down to work. 

The French role in this is to bring up tangential issues and to whine that they are being ignored.  Remember that they couldn’t organize a good bowel movement without a six-year discussion, so by the time we’ve come and gone in Iraq the French will still be having an argument about the type of paper being used to write a grumpy note to the UN.

Call’em Freedom Fries, or Freedom Toast and it doesn’t amount to anything. France is France and it marches to a special beat that only it can hear.

Rick Mercer Apologizes on Behalf of Canada


I only post other writings with attribution, so this is from Rick Mercer at CBC’s “This Hour Has 22 Minutes”

On behalf of Canadians everywhere I’d like to offer an apology to the United States of America. We haven’t been getting along very well recently and for that, I am truly sorry. I’m sorry we called George Bush a moron. He is a moron but, it wasn’t nice of us to point it out. If it’s any consolation, the fact that he’s a moron shouldn’t reflect poorly on the people of America. After all it’s not like you actually elected him.

I’m sorry about our softwood lumber. Just because we have more trees than you doesn’t give us the right to sell you lumber that’s cheaper and better than your own. I’m sorry we beat you in Olympic hockey. In our defense I guess our excuse would be that our team was much, much, much, much better than yours. I’m sorry we burnt down your White House during the War of 1812. I notice you’ve rebuilt it! It’s very nice.

I’m sorry about your beer. I know we had nothing to do with your beer but, we feel your pain. I’m sorry about our waffling on Iraq. I mean, when you’re going up against a crazed dictator, you wanna have your friends by your side. I realize it took more than two years before you guys pitched in against Hitler, but that was different. Everyone knew he had weapons.

And finally on behalf of all Canadians, I’m sorry that we’re constantly apologizing for things in a passive-aggressive way which is really a thinly veiled criticism. I sincerely hope that you’re not upset over this – We’ve seen what you do to countries you get upset with.

Thank you.

Even More Snow


The last few weeks have been filled with snow.  Every three or four days we get a dump of snow, enough to pull out the technology and blow it away.  Between my two neighbours, John and Bob, we really don’t have any place to put the stuff. 

Bob and I share a driveway, so we take all the snow from his side and my side and toss it over to my side of the equation.  Then we toss it up and over into a traditional snow bank that many of you know as a child.  Except my front lawn is only 7 feet wide and there is a big tree in the middle of it.  So, we toss the snow into John’s driveway, clean John’s driveway out and toss all the snow up and over onto John’s lawn.  Three driveways and walkways full of snow, all wind up on John’s lawn.

Then the snowplough comes by.  John, by being on the corner, gets some mono-browed Human Amoeba with a huge grader to fill the end of his driveway with six feet of ploughed, hard-packed road snow in the name of clearing the streets.  So, we dig that out and toss it up onto the pile.  Oh and we clean out the end of my driveway and Bob’s too.

Considering that the snow technology (the snow blower) is an overpowered 8 hp monster, this hasn’t been an issue in many previous years.  This year, it is an issue. We can’t actually toss the snow high enough to clear the existing snow banks and get the damn stuff to hell out of our way.  And you can’t throw it back in the street either, as that is ‘against the law’.

We now have three, very tall, as in six feet high, piles of hard packed snow.  In my childhood in the Pleistocene Era we had a few winters that created these huge snow piles.  Being industrious juvenile delinquents, we decided to create snow forts, by burrowing down into these piles and clearing out domed rooms. 

One winter we were able to tunnel from one end of the driveway to the other in the snow banks, creating two hidden snow forts in the heart of the snow banks with an invisible tunnel connecting the two.  We did this, essentially, because we were idiots and had watched “The Great Escape” on TV one too many times.

With all this snow, I’m looking longingly at these huge snow piles and thinking to myself.  Unfortunately I am a technically grown man and it would be unseemly.  But that doesn’t mean I don’t want to construct one last huge, hidden warren of snow tunnels and forts through all the snow banks.  File this under keeping the inner child alive.

A Solution To Confusion


The whole Raytheon Presents The Gulf War Brought To You By Lockheed-Martin (c) is very confusing now.  Every day until March 17th, you will hear “news” about progress on the diplomatic front.  The reporters who will tell you the “real” message, have no clue what they are saying, as they don’t understand it either, but they have a 70 second news hole to fill and diplomats do not speak in comfy sound bites.  So, take all reporting about diplomatic advances or failures with a 20 kilo bag of rock salt.

Here’s the simple goods:  The US is building up troops.  Britain is onside.  France isn’t happy.  Canada is as confused as ever.  War may very well be imminent, against Iraq.  (I figured I would remind you that its Iraq we’re going up against, as this keeps getting lost in there somehow.)  The rest of it is dancing and debating about the number of Al-Samouds you can put on the end of a pin, which really doesn’t amount of a small hill of anything useful.

So to simplify:

A: Saddam Dead = Good.
B: Saddam in Exile = Good Enough.
C: Iraq People Free = Good.
D: Iraq Run by US = Bad. 
E: Weapons of Mass Destruction = Bad.
F: WMD’s removed from Lunatic = Good.
G: War = Bad.
H: Peace = Good.
I: Terrorists On The Run = Good.
J: Terrorists On The Loose = Bad.
K: Osama Bin Laden Dead = Good.
L: Osama Bin Laden Alive = Bad.
M: How to get there = x

Solve for x

The Solution is G+A+C+F=x

Notice that there still is no solution for I, J, K and L.  That is another problem that is being addressed and is making some advances, but is not solved yet.  Notice there is nothing in the equation about diplomacy, the UN, or vetoes of the Security Council.  Those are variables that you will be hearing a lot about in the next few days.  Ignore them, unless they conclusively (as in Good or Bad, no grey in-betweens) fix the problem.

Your media is going to be filled with fluff for the next week and change.  Please remember the essentials, if only to keep from being confused.

Kiss Me Arse, I’m Irish!


The kids have drawn a line in the sand with regards to Saddam O’Hussein.  March 17th, they’ll kick his ass.  Thank God that most of the American Army are not Irish, as they’d be up to their eyes in Guinness at 0400.  Not that a Drunk Irishman is ever too drunk to fight, but you know, airplanes, tanks, guns, drunken Irishmen…. sounds like a recipe for fratricide if I ever heard one.

(Insert Apology to All Irish People Here)

The Americans are being generous about it too.  There are reports that they will drop leaflets on March 16th over Baghdad inviting the citizens to put their heads between their knees and kiss their collective ass goodbye.  The downside of having a definitive date is losing the element of surprise.  CNN, Fox and the rest of media pack will be there to watch the show, hoping for another Peter Arnett, John Holliman play by play of the bombing.

Celebrities, meanwhile, are beating the peace drum.  Fine, they’re entitled to use their celebrity for causes they believe in and, as citizens, have the right to object.  Some are even well-informed.  Janeane Garofolo, for instance, seems well-read on the subject and understands the issue.  Good for her.  Good for Martin Sheen too, as he is a long-time peace activist and is also well-informed about the situation.  I don’t mind listening to their dissent, as it is sound, reasoned and rational.  I don’t agree, but I can appreciate their position.

What I can wait for, is bubblehead celebrities to come out against the deal.  Bubbleheads like Brittney, Anna Nicole Smith, or Jacko The Wacko, who have not clue where Iraq is, let alone the who, what and why of the issue, but they sure know a bandwagon when they see it.  Just remember after this is all done, that those who jump on the bandwagon will have albums, or shows, or movies that are asking for you to part with your hard-earned dollar to fund their careers.

If Raytheon Presents The Gulf War Brought To You By Lockheed-Martin (c) comes down on March 17th as advertised, then it becomes time to shut up and get onside and that includes celebrities.

Remember the essential concept of war:  Get in, Win, Go Home.  There’s nothing in there about wearing a Styrofoam hat with an “Erin Go Bragh” button on your battledress.

Mild Obsessions


I read either an online paper or conventional paper, watch a television newscast or four and try to hear at least one or two radio newscasts a day.  Some friends feel that this is an obsession bordering on mania, while others look upon it as just being plugged into planetary events.  The roots are from radio days.

I worked for five years in small-market radio in the Ottawa Valley (Hillbilly country to the American friends).  As an announcer there, you did everything, including reporting news.  The station that I spent the most time at, CHOV (defunct now) in Pembroke, was a private radio station that was a CBC affiliate.  CBC, to translate, is like NPR and BBC, but has commercials and is first rate radio.

Part of the agreement of being a CBC affiliate was that we broadcast X-number of hours of live CBC Radio Network programming per week.  My first shifts were evenings, when AM radio used to do balls-out rock and roll radio:  1050 CHUM, The Great 8 CKLW, CFTR, WABC, CFRA, the rock and roll monsters before FM took over, blasted into our market, eating up our audience. 

We were broadcasting “The World At Six” and “As It Happens” from the CBC.  In that all-important, at the time, teen demographic, we might as well have been broadcasting Muslim prayers from Mecca.

The shift I did was a 120 minute blob between the 8 pm and 10 pm hours, of, naturally, balls-out rock and roll AM radio.  I started work at 6 pm and finished at midnight, spending the two hours before my real work and after my real work, listening to CBC.  As the programs from CBC required nothing more from you than to do a 30-second station ID, every hour at 30 seconds to the exact hour, I had plenty of time to listen.  As I also did a 30 second newsbreak at 10:19:30 PM I had to stay on top of the news wire, Canadian Press, that chattered over in the corner of the newsroom.

Consequently, being plugged in to world events via CBC and Canadian Press, I developed a manageable News Addiction.  In Television, I was near the newsroom feeds for eight years and saw the Challenger blow up live, a bus hijacking on Parliament Hill, the Papal Visit and hundreds of other events without a filter of time or analysis that only served to feed the news jones.

My point, and I do have one, is that I also look for the occasional offbeat news story.  I don’t really feel satisfied with my morning news-graze until I find that one very odd, strange, or head-shaking story.  And there is one every day.

Today, (link no longer working) a town in the US is the proud owner of a giant Cheeto.  The person who found it in a bag of Cheeto’s put it up on eBay and got bids on it.  Then, in a moment of clarity, donated the Cheeto to his town, where they plan to put the lump on display.  The funds that were bid to buy it, were turned over to the town Food Bank.  Frito-Lay was the big bidder, putting up a cool $1000 to get the orange lump.

The town plans to preserve the Giant Cheeto in a Plexiglas box, on a velvet pillow at City Hall, probably charging visitors a buck or five to see the Giant Cheeto.  My concern is not the town putting the Giant Cheeto on display, or charging for admission to see the Giant Cheeto, as that is The American Way.

I am most concerned about the poor child who wanted a mitt full of cheesy-annatto-coloured-deep-fried-corn-meal-sodium-bomb  who got ripped off his preservative fix for the afternoon.  The Bastards! Is there nothing that can be done?!?!?

Still Confused?


Raytheon Presents The Gulf War Brought to You By Lockheed-Martin (c) is still on a sort of hold while the UN debates the bits and pieces of Iraq disarming.  Its a sort of hold, as the US is still loading troops into the neighbourhood along with the tons of materiel needed to do what needs to be done.

At the same time, Iraq has been a little more forthcoming in running a front end loader over the Al-Samoud II missiles that are in direct breach of the 1991 UN deal, which is a good thing.  Trashing the tools of war is always a good step in convincing others that you are at least giving lip service to the rules.  Is Iraq going slow?  Of course they are.  If you think that Saddam Hussein woke up one day last week and figured out he was in big trouble, then I need the same medicine you take.  That punk knows the score and he saw that he was essentially out-gunned, out-manned and out-technologized by the US.  OK, we’ll run the lawn tractor over the really big ones that we wanted to lob at Israel.

Today, the UN is being blocked by France and Russia at the Security Council.  The reasons for this are two-fold.  One, nobody wants war.  A proper altruistic reason to vote against a UN action. 

The second is a little more sinister.  It is widely, but quietly, reported that much of the rebuilt infrastructure in Iraq for poison gas, military gear and other support services have “Made in France” “Made in Germany” and “Made in Russia” stamped on the hardware.  There was a worldwide embargo on shipping this kind of stuff to Iraq since Version 1.0 of the Gulf War.  Many companies gave that one a wink and a nod while billing millions of dollars, usually paid promptly, by the Government of Iraq for the bits and pieces sold to Saddam.

If the US does take over the sandbox, it would be, shall we say, discomforting, for it to be made widely known that many of the United States’ friends were saying Saddam was a bad guy, while selling him fertilizer plants, oil production tools and technology to support all of the destroyed infrastructure from Version 1.0.

This is not as contradictory as it seems.  Certain countries have an uncanny ability to speak out of three sides of their mouth at once.  At the multinational level, morality and ethics are sometimes just words that show up in the Oxford Unabridged Dictionary and have nothing to do with corporate performance. 

One classic example should suffice.  During the Falklands War, the Argentinians fired off a bunch of Exocet anti-ship missiles at the British Navy, sinking a major battleship and killing hundreds of sailors.  The Exocets were sold by France to Argentina.  But Britain and France are UN members and generally, good buddies.  Except there were dollars on the table and France went for the deal.  In a perfect world, France, Germany, Russia and the US would sell arms to both sides in a regional conflict, then offer to rebuild the rubble of the winner and loser. 

Oh, you’re concerned about the thousands killed, maimed and emotionally ravaged by those actions?  I’m sorry, that’s not our responsibility….