:: Wog Blog ::

:: WHAT AM I THINKING ABOUT? ::

:: Sunday 15 February 2004 ::

This, however, is not funny. This is war.

It is the freak text of the al-Zarqawi letter found intercepted in Iraq.

He sure does hate them Shia Muslim folks.

A pessimist would look at these ramblings and conclude that Iraq will soon be a toilet of horror. And a pessimist would look at this god awful story of kidnapping told by Riverbend (scroll up for her next god awful entry too - they have to be read to get a proper picture of Iraq after reading Salam Pax and Zeyad and Iraq Now - and think well, maybe the counrty is a toilet right now.

But how can it be while ever folks are blogging? Thinking feeling folks with friends lovers family and cares for the future. People who care about their own future.

People.

This comes from Belmont Club and it puts it perfectly to my mind:

Yesterday at Fallujah, Islamic terrorists "staged simultaneous morning assaults on three police stations, a civil defense base and the mayor's office". In the future many observations will be made of this battle: that the Al Qaeda timed their assaults to coincide with US unit rotations through Iraq; that they chose the moment when the baton is passing from US soldier to Iraqi policeman. But if the Iraqi nation goes on to live another hundred years, it will remember this:

Officers from the 82nd Airborne Division stationed a 10-minute drive away could hear the battle clearly. They offered help but the Hammad said it wasn't needed. The Americans did provide additional ammunition and weapons, including light machine guns. After the battle, soldiers at the civil defense base proudly displayed a light machine gun and a pair of rocket propelled grenade launchers they had captured from the attackers.

That when dying and bleeding, beset by the flower of terrorism, with pistol to set against automatic rifle and grenade, the Iraqi police did not ask for help from 82nd Airborne. They asked for ammunition.

They asked for some help but they set to work to actually do the fighting themselves.

They can do it themselves. Beat off the terrorist jackholes, I mean.

Of course they can. They're wogs.

Wogs can do anything.

:: WB 12:58 am [link+] ::