Great New Yorker piece by Seymour Hersh. The plan, he believes, is to pull out US ground forces but leave behind massive air-strike capability which the Iraqi ‘security’ forces can call on whenever they need to. If this is indeed the case then the Bushies are even more stupid than I had supposed.
Daily Archives: December 8, 2005
Still life with jelly-beans
Brought back by Imran from his sojourn at MIT.
DIY Sabotage Manual — CIA version
Intriguing Flickr slideshow of a sabotage manual allegedly produced by the CIA in the 1980s for anyone interested in destabilising the Nicaraguan government. Helpful advice such as:
BURN THE LOCAL POLICE STATION!
1. Fill a narrow-necked bottle with petrol, kerosene or other burnable liquid. If possible, add shredded soap or sawdust…
It’s a bit dated, of course, but still….
Other suggestions include:
This last suggestion is clearly popular with disaffected Iraqis.
Er, it has to be a spoof — doesn’t it? After all the US government is committed to upholding the rule of law and spreading democracy everywhere.
Is your dog feeling left out?
After all, everyone else has a mobile phone nowadays. But wait! — help is on its way. Due for release in March 2006, apparently. I expect the cats will want them next. Sigh.
Photo shows our good friend Rolo, who labours under the delusion that phone calls can be made with a slipper.
Ambiguous domain names
Quentin has a nice link to an amusing site which collects domain names that are unintentionally funny. Example: an organisation with the perfectly respectable name of Experts Exchange, but the URL www.expertsexchange.com. And then there is the pen specialist, Pen Island. I leave you to imagine the URL.
Full or partial RSS feeds?
I know it sounds arcane, but it’s getting to be an important issue for the Blogging community. Just for the record, this site provides full feeds — so you can read the complete text of posts in a your RSS reader without having to come here.
Words as weapons
Although the content of the speech was highly political, especially in its clinical dissection of post-war US foreign policy, it relied on Pinter’s theatrical sense, in particular his ability to use irony, rhetoric and humour, to make its point. This was the speech of a man who knows what he wants to say but who also realises that the message is more effective if rabbinical fervour is combined with oratorical panache.
At one point, for instance, Pinter argued that “the United States supported and in many cases engendered every rightwing military dictatorship in the world after the end of the second world war”. He then proceeded to reel off examples. But the clincher came when Pinter, with deadpan irony, said: “It never happened. Nothing ever happened. Even while it was happening, it wasn’t happening. It didn’t matter. It was of no interest.” In a few sharp sentences, Pinter pinned down the willed indifference of the media to publicly recorded events. He also showed how language is devalued by the constant appeal of US presidents to “the American people”. This was argument by devastating example. As Pinter repeated the lulling mantra, he proved his point that “The words ‘the American people’ provide a truly voluptuous cushion of reassurance.” Thus Pinter brilliantly used a rhetorical device to demolish political rhetoric.
Michael Billington, writing in the Guardian on Harold Pinter’s Nobel Lecture, delivered from a wheelchair.
Lovely phrase that — “voluptuous cushion of reassurance”. Must remember it.
Buy shares, tip them in your column, go to gaol
The three Daily Mirror financial journalists who tipped shares they owned have been convicted and may go to gaol. The odd thing is that this kind of thing has been going on for as long as I can remember. But these guys were small fry — they only netted between £17,000 and £41,000. If they’d made serious money they would probably have been safe.
Dear Santa
Alan Coren in The Times, imagining the kinds of letters which might be arriving in Lapland this year. Sample:
dere snata
i am riting on behalf of my partnr, nicklas, 8, on acount of he wares this micky mouse wotch, and i am ashamed to be seen out wiv him, it is not sheek like yu see in mens magzines, i wuld like him to ware sunnink cool and fashnibble such as a wane roony wotch, wich he wuld do if yu brung him wun for crismas. if yu felt he woznt reddy for that, praps yu culd meet him half-way, with, frinstance, a micky roony wotch. for miself, i wuld like a DVD of teddys bare piknik
yuors
cheryl