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Breakfast (Free verse) by Dhanesh M Kumar

Hip hip … hip….hurai, Hip hip … hip….hurai Powell, Rice and their company sings the song with seamless joy; Throwing apart the countless skulls of 2 years to 80 years , They are rejoiced by the smell of oil. Miles afar their boss is busy , Eating the breakfast of many Other’s bone..

-=Dark_Angel=-, P.I. 11-Mar-06/6:02 AM
"who's to say it would have been as bloody and messy as what we've precipitated?"

It's a judgement call. But think carefully about the environment in a failed rogue state. Is it the sort of place in which ordinary people can pull down their pants and form a representative government? Or does power inevitably end up in the hands of the most ruthless militant in the region? To what extent is the insurgency fuelled (as opposed to hampered) by the coalition's presence?

I would simply say judge the insurgency by what the insurgency does. Its victims have been overwhelmingly Iraqi. Its tactics have consisted in finding imaginative new ways to target civilians. It has absolutely no political voice, other than a discordant braying for a return to god-knows-what brand of medievalism. It is beyond reason, and beyond motive. In my opinion, without the backing of a coalition to rebuild Iraq, the whole country would look like Fallujah.

"Mostly, though, I'm practical and endlessly cynical about politics"

The presumption is that the government is in a perpetual process of aggrandising its power, and that the citizens should be wary of that. But that presumption, taken to a point, blinds YOU, if you end up believing only what you want to believe, and simply refuse to listen to what people in power are saying because it's a priori a pack of lies. Cynicism becomes a mantra. I'm not saying you're like that; I'm just saying you're an extremely naughty little girl who should be more like me: so cynical you're cynical about cynicism.




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