Making Holes


Now that its underway, a quick look at the holes.

The visuals are amazing.  Any of the networks with ’embedded’ crews are returning live, unfiltered reality into people’s living rooms.  So far, we haven’t seen a reporter doing a stand-up in real danger.  The prediction from the cynical side, is that before this is all done, the image of a reporter doing a stand-up, then having their head explode in a bloody cloud, just as the camera goes to snow, will be burned into our collective retinas.  That is the danger and the thrill of live television in a war zone.

Watching the tactics early this morning (0200) of a squad clearing an area near the port of Oum Quasa (?) is a lesson in how military doctrine works.  It seems time consuming and very, very slow, but it is how you do it safely when there are people shooting at you.  Walking across open fields in urban areas is a simple statement:  “I Am An Idiot. Please Kill Me Now.” 

Keep in mind, for those without the knowledge, that a simple rife can fire a chunk of lead about a kilometer.  Or, from one end of a city block to another, with accuracy and lethal effects.  Staying more than a city block or two away from people with guns puts you in a ‘safe’ position.  Tanks, mortars and artillery can throw very large pieces of metal, further. 

For those who watched the three tanks clear the buildings near Oum Quasa and saw little jets of dust pop up as you heard a gun sound from the tanks, here is the explanation:  Each of those little puffs was probably a .50 calibre machine gun round.  .50 cal means the bullet is a half-inch across and a bit longer than your driving finger.  .|..    Those bullets go through things like concrete block walls, cars, and sandbags like red chillies through your insides.  Of course, those tanks were firing a few hundred of those things every minute.  There is a high likelihood of at least one of those pieces of lead hitting the Bad Guys, causing big, bloody holes to appear in their bodies. 

For the big bangs, you saw or heard, odds are it was an 80 or 120 mm mortar.  80 or 120 millimeters being the diameter of the shell, perhaps not quite as long as your arm from elbow to fingertip.  Inside the head of the shell is more explosive, about the size of your clenched fist, designed to blow a hole the size of a big garden shed in whatever it hits.

Lob one of those things into a high-rise and you essentially turn a one-bedroom apartment into a big smoking hole.  If you were a neighbour of that one-bedroom apartment, you would most probably be severely injured, or at least, have to do some underwear laundry with a hellish ringing in your ears. 

If you watched the first ‘Shock and Awe” show live, many of those things you saw blowing up were 2,000 pound bombs and Cruise Missiles.  In perspective, the Oklahoma City bomb that took out the Murragh Federal Building was estimated at 5,000 pounds of not-so-great explosive.  Divide by two and that gives you the approximate force of laser-guided bombs or cruise missile explosives that are of much higher quality in a smaller weight and pack a very intense wallop.  That bang is contained in something more or less three times the size of the propane tank on a backyard gas barbecue. 

This is the kind of bang that can take four or five regular suburban houses in a block and turn all of it, land, furniture, trees, windows, pets, people and dishes, into a deep, smoking hole that leaves no trace there was ever anything there.  It all just disappears.  Park one or two in a 10-storey office building and expect the building to fall over.

Bigger than that, we’re getting into exotic weapons.  The ones I’ve described are run-of-the-mill ordinance that flings about regularly, giving the enemy a Bad Day.  The rule of thumb is to not make bigger holes than you need to make.  This will, hopefully, convince those who are shooting at you, to give up, or stop shooting at you and run away as quickly as possible in a pink Toyota pickup truck.

Make well-organized holes in enough things and all the Bad Guys give up.  Then you can go home.

Why Tribes Exist


Understanding human behaviour comes down to an understanding of a basic human condition: We exist in tribes.  This condition seems hardwired into us.  How we describe our tribe depends on many situations, but it is a cornerstone of how people work and consequently, how we behave.

We understand the concept of tribe in different ways today.  In hunter-gatherer days our tribe were those who lived near us and had the same dog-tooth-on-a-sinew-around-the-neck.   We could identify other tribe members by their dog tooth on a rope and didn’t have to know every individual tribe member, although we usually did and if we met someone who didn’t have the dog tooth on a rope, they were strangers and strangers, we learned, were very dangerous; they stole our food and hit us with rocks.  So we called our other dog-tooth buddies for defence.  The tribe became our defense, our food, our companionship, childcare, health system and burial society.

Naturally, we became more sophisticated as we evolved, but the same basic loyalty remained.  Today, we’re loyal to many tribes; ethnicity, political viewpoint, car ownership, location, or socioeconomic strata.  The essential concept of this is still tribal.  A small group of people with definable commonality of viewpoint.

The reason I bring this up, is Iraq is in the process of being overrun by the US, who have promised not to pick up the pink slip to the country.  The United States will turn over the joint to the people of Iraq.   Canada will get involved as peacekeepers and humanitarian aid people, as is our usual way.  However, the one group being left out of discussions here is the people of Iraq.

Will the resort to being tribes again?  Human history has taught us the essential and smallest unit of loyalty is the tribe, so I see no reason why this should be an exception now.  Iraq will become a tribal enclave as human beings always revert to tribes, especially in times of stress.  I propose that invasion and war counts as ‘stress’.

How many tribes will pop up?  Probably hundreds, if not thousands.  So, how do we manage this mass of grumpy, suspicious, fearful and belligerent tribes?  I have no idea and I suspect that the UN and the US have no idea either.  What I can say for sure is that trying to supplant the baked-in-at-the-factory loyalty to a tribe with something bigger, never works. 

Somalia should be a case in point.  When Somalia imploded, one of the key reasons was people were loyal to their tribe, not the country and viewed anyone not of their tribe, in a position of power, as a threat, as they knew, in their heart of hearts, that the politician in power who was not of their tribe, was going to throw rocks at them, or steal their food:  Rebellion, mass starvation, conflict, yadda, yadda, yadda, thousands dead…etc.etc. etc..We know the words to that song all too well.

Watch how the tribes in Iraq start jockeying for position.  The Kurdistan have already staked out their piece, having fought the Baghdad government for years, demanding their own homeland. 

My, my my, sounds like the Israeli/Palestinian deal all over again.  Let’s see…1947 minus 2003….50, 56 years or so of, essentially, tribal warfare.

It all comes down to tribes.

Moment By Moment


The deliveries of rapidly moving steel have begun.  The media is examining the heads of pins for news.  Video is being replayed and replayed then replayed again.  Deal with the big strokes and ignore the smaller wobbles.  The first casualty of war is truth, so keep an eye out for the bigger things and let the media deal with the minutiae. 

The American Big Three (CBS NBC ABC) are taking a break from the deal, while CNN is doing the 24-hour wall to wall coverage hoping for the ‘golden’ pictures from a green night scope showing balls of fire shooting up and explosions on the horizon, just like ’91 with Holliman/Arnett/Shaw.  This time, with Holliman passed away, Shaw retired and Arnett not available, Nic Robertson is the point man in Baghdad for CNN.

When will the ground troops roll?  Nobody knows who is talking out loud and that is the way it should be.  Patience dear friends.  

Serendipity


Walking the dog tonight in a warmish late winter night, the two of us, Ralph and I, stopped and looked at a big creamy moon coming over the houses around the park.

A moments’ pause to enjoy the hugeness of our little blue planet and its nearest neighbour, the Moon.  We both stopped at the same moment, Ralph looking at and possibly understanding on a level that I cannot appreciate, that despite everything that goes on, there are still stars, the Moon and the beauty of Nature that cause us to stop and stare in the sheer wonder of it all.  Did God create all this just for us?

If so, He does great work.  If its just a freak of nature and quantum mechanics, then it was a gorgeous freak of nature and high-level physics is uncommonly pretty when it wants to be.

Look outside tonight and enjoy our smallness in the grand scheme of things before it all goes to hell.  Enjoy a moments’ wonder.

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.