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Former Carter national security advisor, Zbigniew Brzezinski, summarized Bushs plans for a surge of troops in Iraq saying:
The commitment of 21,500 more troops is a POLITICAL GIMMICK of limited tactical significance and of no strategic benefit. It is insufficient to win the war militarily. It will engage US forces in bloody street fighting that will not resolve with finality the ongoing turmoil and the sectarian and ethnic strife, not to mention the anti-American insurgency.
Brzezinski is right; Bushs plan is just a gimmick that has no chance of succeeding and is likely to make matters worse. 17,500 soldiers arent enough to clear and secure entire neighborhoods as Bush suggests. The only purpose they might serve is to conduct massive sweeps through Sunni neighborhoods terrorizing the local people and displacing larger segments of the population.
That appears to be the real objective of Bushs Choosing Victory strategy; another major crackdown employing air and ground forces to ethnically cleanse the main Sunnis neighborhoods. The promise of security is just a diversion.
If only they had known, as they sat down for lunch at a London sushi nosherie, that their meeting would launch the biggest propaganda hit on Russia since the 1980 boycott of the Moscow Olympic Games.
Actually, I didnt mind that boycott at all, since the most beautiful East German girls ever to wear swimsuits won a trunk of Olympic medals. A breast stroke on steroids was something to behold. But theres nothing pretty about the Litvinenko case. And now, for an encore, the amazing duo have launched an Italian black op-eretta.
In Italy, the dirty tricks of Berlusconis Mitrokhin Commission are currently the mama of all scandals. Beleaguered Senator Paolo Guzzanti has had to set up his own blog to bat back the flack. So you can all follow, a quick historia della intrigue.
In the midst of Disneylands 50th anniversary celebration, DisneyLies.com claimed to be serving 50 to 100 gigabites a day of such online imagery as a couple of newlyweds caught on Tom Sawyer Island after dark, major nudity on Mr. Toad's Wild Ride, and a virtual orgy on Pirates of the Caribbean. Theres also a steamy incident with a couple of cast members in the secret room at the top of the Matterhorn. Ah, but what about all those cartoon characters themselves?
After Walt Disney died, there was a rumor that his body had been frozen, but actually it was cremated. Somehow I had expected Mickey Mouse and Donald Duck and the whole gang to attend the funeral, with Goofy delivering the eulogy and the Seven Dwarfs serving as pallbearers. Disneys death occurred a few years after Time magazines famous God Is Dead cover, and it occurred to me that Disney had served as the Intelligent Designer of that whole stable of imaginary characters now mourning in a state of suspended animation.
Disney had been their Creator, and he had repressed all their baser instincts, but now that he had departed, they could finally shed their cumulative inhibitions and participate together in an unspeakable Roman binge, to signify the crumbling of an empire. I contacted Wally Wood who had illustrated the first piece I sold to Mad magazine If Comic Strip Characters Answered Those Little Ads in the Back of Comic Books and, without mentioning any specific details, I told him my general notion of a memorial orgy at Disneyland to be published in The Realist. He accepted the assignment and presented me with a magnificently degenerate montage.
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Pluto was pissing on a portrait of Mickey Mouse, while the real, bedraggled Mickey was shooting up heroin with a hypodermic needle. His nephews were jerking off as they watched Goofy fucking Minnie Mouse on a combination bed and cash register. The beams shining out from the Magic Castle were actually dollar signs. Dumbo the elephant was simultaneously flying and shitting on an infuriated Donald Duck. Huey, Dewey and Louie were staring at Daisy Ducks asshole as she watched the Seven Dwarfs groping Snow White. The Prince was snatching a peek at Cinderellas snatch while trying a glass slipper on her foot. The Three Little Pigs were humping each other in a daisy chain. Jiminy Cricket leered as Tinker Bell did a striptease and Pinocchios nose got longer.
Most of us who are parents will live to see our children reach adulthood, and will even live to be grandparents, and yet we all spend thousands of dollars paying for life insurance, just in case we were to die before our kids get through college.
Most of us will never suffer a house fire, but over the years we spend tens of thousands of dollars insuring our houses against that disaster (we also spend huge sums of tax dollars paying for fire stations and equipment). Most of us will never have a serious accident, and yet we all spend even more money insuring our cars, just in case we do.
As a nation, we are extremely unlikely to suffer a germ-warfare attack, and yet at a cost of billions of dollars we have stockpiled smallpox and anthrax vaccines. We also spend countless billions of dollars on research to find cures to diseases like AIDS and bird flu which most of us will never contract. (For that matter, we are spending hundreds of billions of dollars fighting an alleged "terror" threat which at its worst might threaten a few hundred or thousand people, and that also might never occur.)
We spend our hard-earned cash to insure against all of these things not because they are likely to happen to us but because in the unlikely case that such things did come to pass, it would be such a personal, or a national calamity, that we need to be prepared.
So why are we, as individuals and as a nation, doing nothing or next to nothing about global warming a disaster which is potentially worse than anything else imaginable, including nuclear war?
Does anyone besides me find it telling that the keepers of the Doomsday Clock plan to move its minute hand forward this Wednesday for the second time during the Bush administration? (Note to Dubya: That would be Mickeys big hand.)
For anyone unfamiliar with the clock, scientists who were spooked after working on The Manhattan Project created it back in 1947. Maintained by the Bulletin of Atomic Scientists, the clock is currently set at seven minutes to midnight, with midnight marking global catastrophe. The group said it was making the move based on worsening nuclear and climate threats.
Im not saying that the Bushistas worldview is directly responsible for the move but when you have Veep Cheney declaring on Fox re: Iraq: This is an existential conflict, youve got to wonder about how much brain matter is involved in this government. (Sergeant Sartre, Corporal Camus, incoming dangerous philosophies! Get the bunker brain busters!)
In a press release from the Bulletin of Atomic Scientists, its board stated the clocks forward march was because of growing concerns about a Second Nuclear Age marked by grave threats, including: nuclear ambitions in Iran and North Korea, unsecured nuclear materials in Russia and elsewhere, (and) the continuing launch-ready status of 2,000 of the 25,000 nuclear weapons held by the U.S. and Russia.
The board also cited escalating terrorism, and new pressure from climate change for expanded civilian nuclear power that could increase proliferation risks. The press release called our present tense the most perilous period since Hiroshima and Nagasaki.