:: Saturday, 29 March 2003 ::
The British have set fire to gallons and gallons of baby milk.
Utterly magnificent. The Iraqi Information fellow just now live all over the cable teevee.
And I will wager wholly untrue.
Just like the last war had to have with these guys. (And yes, we have to have this one too, thankyou very much Saddam).
Remember, my friends, the observation set out below. The guys in charge of Iraq lie. All. The. Time. You can count on it.
Now, we all lie. But there is a scale. There is the peculiar Italian lie "Yes, of course your car will be ready on Tuesday, madam", uttered in the full knowledge of its falsity. But when challenged as to his lie, the Italian will delcare "Well, of course I did deceive you, madam - but hey, didn't you feel good when I did that? And haven't you been feeling good, right up til today?"
A lie. No doubt. But also an admission of it. And quite probably an invitation to fool around immediately following it. Hey. It is what we do.
But these Iraqi leadership guys. man. There is no admitting their brutality. None.
It seems to me they do not so much run their country as run it into the ground under the weight of their lies, covering up all their violence and crass stupidity.
Leunig did a stupid cartoon today, all about how Australian should feel ashamed or something. Jackass. How ashamed would you be knowing your leadership lies about baby milk in two wars running? Pretty a lot, I reckon. Yeah.
'Course, I could be wrong.
Oh, the curse of the indecisive Libran.
:: WB 2:48 am [link+] ::