Saddam’s Iraqis slammed rockets into American installations, blew up two journalists, and the world was silent. In contrast, our troops on the ground fired back at shooters in a hotel where Baathist functionaries were embedded among reporters, tragically killed three journalists, and the globe was afire in indignation. American teenagers inside tanks (no doubt glued to CNN video consuls) who were targets were apparently supposed to die rather than dare to endanger a crowd of elite journalists at Ground Zero of a war, with full knowledge that they were being housed and used by fascists — as if Patton’s tankers would have not fired back at shooters in a hotel in Vichy France because Nazis had allowed a UPI or AP correspondent on the verandah.
Further supporting those of us who supported the troops and the effort: Evidence of Bio-Terror and AlQuedah Links
I'm actually not a super-conservative person, but these are compelling encounters with the reality of what's going about the world today.
We had classes today, a Rector's Conference, Mass, then were dismissed for the coming week. I had planned on taking a nice long walk, preparing for the coming Crescent City Classic, but fell soundly asleep after lunch. Surely due to this recent sleeplessness. Actually I've been meaning to photograph the work on Canal and Carrollton, the streetcar lines being put back in. It's really fascinting to watch it being done week in and week out, though irritating being an anti-traffic person. I did manage to walk 5 miles and get some work done on two papers also, though.
Tommorow looms before me bright and free. Yet I have 28 days left in which to manage it all, plus write several rather large and comprehensive papers. That's not a lot of time. Then of course my Peruvian friends are coming in the week afetr nex, so I'd like to mke sure that all goes well. Which it can assuming I don't have an ounce of schoolwork to do during that time, so... now does seem to tbe the window of opportunity. . . posted by David Greenleaf at Friday, April 11, 2003
