Tagged: Iraq

Daemon alert

Edited to add: The Daemon quiz thing is no longer being hosted, so I guess this title no longer makes any...

Zulu Time by

Mark Little is RTE’s foreign affairs correspondent (although you’d be hard pressed to find that out on the RTE website, it has an absolutely terrible layout), before that he was RTE’s first Washington Correspondent (1995-2001). This is is second book, the first Turn Left At Greenland was published in June 2002 and reached number one on the Irish Non-Fiction Bestsellers list. This book deals with Little’s experience’s during the second Iraq conflict. (Which reminds me, how exactly are we supposed to refer to this. Is it a war? A conflict? A liberation? All these terms seem to imply another meaning. But that is beside the point).

Vexillology

Isn’t the internet a wonderful place? One learns so many things, for example, that vexillologists are people who are flag aficionadoa, I never knew that before :)
Course the reason I came across the term in Iraq’s new flag, the one with the blue cresent, picked by the Iraqi ruling council.

Elvis and bin Laden

The view that the war made an attack “a lot less likely” got an asterisk (less than 0.5 per cent).
This is substantially less than the proportion of people who are reported (in other surveys) to believe that Elvis is alive or that aliens are controlling government policy.

So much for blindly following orders

it appears there were fundamental differences between the US dominated headquarters and Australian pilots over what constituted a valid military target. Squadron Leader Pudney said under Australia’s rules of engagement pilots had to ask themselves on each mission whether it was right to drop their bombs

Great piece about Madrid

But what horrifies me, is that we now live in an age where hyperterrorism is the norm. Where suicide bombings have become commonplace. Where children are killed in the wombs of their mothers. Where a teenager strapping explosives to their body and murdering a bus full of school children is the standard fodder of the Six O’Clock news. Where blood runs in the streets of cities, thousands of miles away from a war which nobody wanted, and for which, it now appears, we all run the risk of being punished.