Month: March 2003

The Sun newspaper ups the ante.

No use yet of any biological or chemical weapons; and only relatively “minuscule” sabotaging of the oil wells. Early days yet – but these tactics were expected early on as well.

Yes, the “peace” protestors are defecating in the streets:

At 7th & Mish, by the U.S. Court House, I sat in a van driven by Nathaniel Shelton, who transports patients to and from Saint Francis Memorial Hospital. We were stuck, along with a fleet of Fed Ex drivers, just after 9 a.m., as demonstrators rode bikes in a circle in the intersection, closed it off with colored string, and berated the truck drivers. “It’s almost as if they were protesting us,” said Shelton. Indeed, the enmity and ridicule of the protesters was directed at working people trying to get their work done. The massive Court House, a seat of government power, was ignored. At the Civic Center, a group of demonstrators defecated. Then they left, leaving the mess to be cleaned up by others. Not only disgusting, but this idiocy belittles the proud tradition of civic protest in our national history … Sigh …

And this is in the San Francisco Examiner. If these Saddam-enablers are ticking off Bay Area liberals, can you imagine what the rest of the country thinks?

An old friend, Boris Johnson, whom I remember as a young turk in the Oxford Union, is now a very grand personage in British culture. He’s a Tory MP and editor of the Spectator, one of the house organs of London’s chattering conservative classes. So I was thrilled to see him turn up on the New York Times’ op-ed page last Sunday, with a peppy, funny piece about Mr Tony Blair. Yesterday, in the Spectator, however, he unloaded on the experience of being edited under the p.c. auspices of 43rd Street. A quip about throwing money at the president of Guinea had to be changed to the president of Chile. Why? “Uh, Boris,” said Tobin, the editor of his piece, “it’s just easier in principle if we don’t say anything deprecatory about a black African country, and since Guinea and Chile are both members of the UN Security Council, and since it doesn’t affect your point, we would like to say Chile.” Tom Wolfe couldn’t make this stuff up. Then there was the problem of Boris’ lead sentence, which was a sarcastic reference to Donald Rumsfeld’s ham-fisted dis of the British military effort in Iraq. The piece began: “Gee, thanks, guys.” After some too-ing and fro-ing, Tobin

revealed the true concerns of his multitudinous line-editors and page-editors. ‘OK, Booris, I’ll tell you what the problem is. Our problem is that “Gee” is an abbreviation for Jesus. For a century this has been a Jewish-owned paper, and we have to be extremely sensitive about anything that might offend Christian sensibilities. ‘We can say “God”, “God” is fine, but we have to be very careful about anything that involves the name of the Lord and Saviour.’ ‘Jesus H. Christ,’ I said, ‘this is insane. This is utterly insane.’

No it isn’t, old chum. It’s the New York Times.

This guy has done everything he can to stop the liberation of Iraq. Now watch him spin and squirm. He’s spinning the “peace” movement as supportive of our troops; he’s trying to portray the right as anti-Bush (sorry, Joe, David Frum beat you to that angle by several days); and then he lobs a few volleys at Charles Krauthammer and Richard Perle. It’s really wonderful to watch apologists for inaction now have to watch as action defeats evil. They will change the subject; they will attack those who got this entire story right while they got it entirely wrong. But they will never reconsider. That would require the kind of open mind that Conason jettisoned years ago. The forces of evil are being dealt a terrible blow on the battle-field. But their chattering enablers are about to be politically annihilated.

Apparently not.
UPDATE: This photo appears to be a hoax. I apologize.

It’s Helen Thomas!

He says he’ll oppose British and American post-war administration of Iraq. Sorry, Jacques, but whatever paltry power you once had is now toast.

I biked past a rather pathetic figure in Dupont Circle this afternoon. barely old enough to grow a beard, this poor soul was wearing a large cardboard placard: “Ashamed American.” Ashamed. Ashamed of the liberation of a people from an unspeakable tyrant. It’s a form of self-hatred and inverse liberalism that truly boggles the mind. here’s Eric Hoffer from “The True Believer: Thoughts on the nature of Mass Movements:

It is easier for the frustrated to detect their own imaginings and hear the echo of their own musings in impassioned double-talk and sonorous refrains than in precise words joined together with faultless logic … That the deprecating attitude of a mass movement toward the present seconds the inclinations of the frustrated is obvious. What surprises one, when listening to the frustrated as they decry the present and all its works, is the enormous joy they derive from doing so. Such delight cannot come from the mere venting of a grievance. There must be something more – and there is. By expatiating upon the incurable baseness and vileness of the times, the frustrated soften their feeling of failure and isolation.

Yes, failure and isolation. And it’s going to get worse and worse for these deluded apologists for evil.

Reuters looks on the bright side – for Saddam.

THE DOMESTIC TIDE: Of course, it’s turning. Or, more accurately, cresting.