Tuesday, September 16, 2003
This from the Iraqi police, who the US has been “accidentally” killing lately, putting local anger at occupying forces through the roof:
"We shouted at them that we were police, but they killed us anyway because they hate us. They hate us because we don't co-operate with them.
I am full of hatred for the Americans and I am ready to kill them. All Fallujah people are Mujahidin and they care only about killing Americans. We don't care about their powerful weapons, because we know that if we die we will become martyrs.
I am proud of [the guerrillas who kill Americans], because those people are taking revenge on the Americans. They will continue with more and more attacks in the future."
Painted on the walls of Fallujah is the slogan, “US Army will pay blood for oil”; to this, Paul Bremer replied (my paraphrase), “I don't know why they're still upset about this. We said we were sorry.”
Other than that today is the vote (more, more) on Bush's new “usable nukes” (more)… Useable nukes? The whole point of nuclear weapons is that they are not useable — in theory (emphasis on “theory”) they avert war by escalating war to a level where everyone loses. Building “smaller” nukes just guarantees nuclear war. Not a good thing!
Monday, September 15, 2003
I've written extensively here about how US troops are getting screwed over by the government… Mostly just kids in way over their head, and a bunch of pissed-off reservists… Anyway, did you know that when they're injured in combat, they have to pay for all their own meals while in military hospital (more)? I've also mentioned here how the troops don't have enough gear and the military has run out of money… well, because of that, they're forcing troops to either purchase their own equipment from home, or go without, putting their lives at increased risk (more). Strange world.
PS. Wanna buy a van?
Monday, September 15, 2003
You know, at my core I'm just a quiet guy that likes looking at trees and mountains, hanging out with his friends, and making sure everyone feels alright… But you take that away, and you're left with an empty shell of a psycho sitting in some dive in Saigon eventually blowing his brains out in a game of Russian Roulette for pay. The scary thing is folks that it's one tiny decision that guides you to either being happy in the wild, or lying in a pool of your own blood… and the decision won't even mean anything at the time (and it'll probably even seem like a good idea), so try and play the game well I guess.
Some day you'll find yourself looking up at the stars, all in the wrong places, and you'll wonder if some cosmic joker whacked your soul with a sledgehammer and sent you careening into the universe next door. Don't ask me what this entry means. I'm a poet and a painter, occasionally masquerading as a programmer… As far as I'm concerned it's all just music. What it means is up to the listener.
I took these pictures this evening:
Other than that I've decided to stop eating for a while. Not fasting or anything. It's just that when I'm travelling, I can't eat a regular diet and I have to or I get really sick and it's catching up to me. So I'm just going to quit for now and start again when I have the time to do it right I suppose.
Monday, September 15, 2003
Monday, September 15, 2003
The tongue splitting shirts just came into stock.
