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What’s in a name?

What’s in a name? U.S. Renames Buildup ‘Operation Enduring Freedom’….

What’s in a name?

U.S. Renames Buildup ‘Operation Enduring Freedom’.

Can’t tell your players without a program

Can’t tell your players without a program An interesting New York Times article (courtesy of Yahoo) about who the “Northern Alliance” is, and who the other players in Afghanistan are…

Can’t tell your players without a program

An interesting New York Times article (courtesy of Yahoo) about who the “Northern Alliance” is, and who the other players in Afghanistan are that are being courted. I do worry, of course, that in our efforts to throw out the Taliban (who, frankly, regardless of whether they are bin Laden’s best friends or worst enemies, are eminently worth of being thrown out) that we’ll end up with yet another group perceived to be a US puppet and who turn out to be less-than-worthy rulers. Happened before, way too many times.

Afghanistan Is Like Nothing You’ve Ever Seen, Soviet Vets Say

Afghanistan Is Like Nothing You’ve Ever Seen, Soviet Vets Say A rather sobering tale. The Soviets had their own problems, of course. But, still …….

Afghanistan Is Like Nothing You’ve Ever Seen, Soviet Vets Say

A rather sobering tale. The Soviets had their own problems, of course. But, still ….

I missed it

I’m actually sorry I missed Bush’s speech last night. Evidently it was — well, not spectacular, but a lot better of a speech than most people thought him capable of….

I’m actually sorry I missed Bush’s speech last night. Evidently it was — well, not spectacular, but a lot better of a speech than most people thought him capable of.

It sounds like bin Laden is the target of the hour, going beyond “prime suspect” into the realm of “we want him, give him to us, or face the consequences” messages to the Taliban. There’s further sabre-rattling going on, and indications are we may see air and missle strikes Real Soon Now.

Which is stupid, because those are just the things to be least likely against terrorist groups like this, but most effective at hurting innocents.

The Taliban, of course, are saying, “Show us the evidence,” though there’s certainly reason to believe they’re being disingenuous in their request. No such evidence seems to be forthcoming, though, which either means it’s Secret, and revealing it would endanger the sources we got it from, or else it’s not convincing, and the Administration is moving forward with this simply to be seen as Doing Something.

I sure hope it’s the former.

Shattered 9/11/2001

Shattered 9/11/2001 Amazing photoessay from Time magazine and photojournalist James Nachtwey. Looking at it “Ground Zero” reminds me, appropriately enough, of various sf visions of the world after a nuclear…

Shattered 9/11/2001

Amazing photoessay from Time magazine and photojournalist James Nachtwey.

Looking at it “Ground Zero” reminds me, appropriately enough, of various sf visions of the world after a nuclear exchange. Torn metal, shattered concrete, and grey, grey, grey ash. Wow.

(ref. via Adam)

On a related note, Drew has a photo (with essay) that says so much in saying so little. Plans for the future, frozen in time.

Good, bad and ugly

One of the few things I regret in my move, several years ago, from LA to Denver, is losing the Los Angeles Times as a paper. Or, rather, being stuck…

One of the few things I regret in my move, several years ago, from LA to Denver, is losing the Los Angeles Times as a paper. Or, rather, being stuck with the local papers (the Denver Post and the Rocky Mountain News, now quasi-joined in their mediocrity) instead of the Times.

An aspect of the papers that very much stands out in contrast is the reader letters. Granted, there are plenty of yahoos, dimbulbs, and people who see the world in sound bites in LA, too. Probably more of them. But the larger population there allows the editors of the Times to be a pit more picky-and-choosey as to what letters they print. Thus, on the whole, they are a more articulate, and, usually, more thoughtful bunch. It’s not a fair sample, to be sure, but it’s better reading.

From this morning’s letters:

“If we are to be secure … we must make them fear us more than death and more than dishonor. Our response to their attack on us must be so brutal, so violent and deadly that they will cut their own throats before daring to attack us again. And since they are obviously willing to sacrifice their own lives to kill us, we must be willing also to sacrifice the lives of their famiy, friends and neighbors.”

“Most of the world’s problems stem from religion. If you go from the Crusades to the persecution of the Jews in World War II to what’s going on in Ireland between Protestants and Catholics now and then this. The institution of the church is the root of all problems in this world.”

“It is time for an end to politically correct speech about radical Islam. The truth is that it is a cancer that feeds on violence and murder. It is totally alien to Judeo-Christian morality. The children and grandchildren of the free world are not safe until it is eradicated.”

And this gem from the other end of the political spectrum, as given by an anti-globalist activist from San Francisco to the Wall Street Journal: “We’re supercritical of [Tuesday’s] terrorists’ scorn for human life. Why couldn’t they have done what they did on a Sunday? There are always ways to make allowances for people’s lives.”

It’s the Silly Season, folks. Only problem is, too many of the Sillies have access to guns, or to Congressmen.

On the bright side, as asinine, if not infuriating, as much of the above was to me, most of the commentary, and the letters, were within the bounds of sanity. Messages of tolerance, of compassion, of determination, and of justice. Those are the voices we need to be listening to.

On another note, we went to visit Rick & Amanda’s new house yesterday afternoon, up near Longmont. As we traveled along I-25 north of the city, the continued suburban sprawl was apparent. Indeed, Rick & Amanda live in brand-new block of houses, with vacant agricultural lots (with zoning change signs festooned upon them) in all directions.

It’s a problem that has needled Colorado for decades — how to accomodate those who wish to come here, adding to our economy and diversity, while also preserving the rural and mountain character that makes this such a neat place to live.

In some ways, the dangers, threats, fear and devastation of the past week render such considerations trivial. And yet … these problems, and so many others in our society, the ones that in any relatively sane week would have been our headlines, remain. The horror of terrorism, and the difficult, complex decisions we need to make regarding it and our future, do not replace these issues on our list of Things to Do. They simply add to that list. The same way a serious illness in the family doesn’t mean the bills don’t have to be paid, the furnace doesn’t have to be replaced, or the baby doesn’t have to be fed.

Life goes on. We have to along with it, handling what it throws at us. The alternative is not really an option.

This is being widely posted

I’ve seen a couple of different versions. Here’s the “real” one, from Salon.com, where it seems to have been initially published (and, ahem, copyrighted). Ansary makes some very good points…

I’ve seen a couple of different versions. Here’s the “real” one, from Salon.com, where it seems to have been initially published (and, ahem, copyrighted).

Ansary makes some very good points about what is at stake in any “war” against Afghanistan and the Taliban, what might be necessary, and whether that’s not exactly what bin Laden wants. It’s not easy reading, because it flies in the face of what so many people want to believe and do — and, in the end, might have to do, regardless, since there aren’t a lot of alternatives — but it’s reading that has to be done.

Tragedy attracts spammers

Tragedy attracts spammers Okay. There are worst scum than those who turn a tragedy like this to their own ideological gain. It’s those who turn it (and the compassion that…

Tragedy attracts spammers

Okay. There are worst scum than those who turn a tragedy like this to their own ideological gain. It’s those who turn it (and the compassion that wells up from it) to their own pecuniary gain.

It’s one thing for Messrs. Falwell and Robertson to spout their vitriol. At least I can assume that it is heartfelt, if horrifically misguided, and respect it on that accord. It’s quite another for people to exploit the charity and giving spirit and the desperate desire to do something we’re all feeling and try to make hay from it.

These folks are the Internet equivalent of looters. They should be shot on sight.

Allies and enemies

As I wrote earlier this month, I’ve been listening to the soundtrack from The Living Daylights a lot. That was the first Bond film with Timothy Dalton, I believe. Story-wise,…

As I wrote earlier this month, I’ve been listening to the soundtrack from The Living Daylights a lot. That was the first Bond film with Timothy Dalton, I believe. Story-wise, it’s kind of a mish-mash of a rogue Soviet general (Jeroen Krabbe), a girl with a cello (Maryam d’Abo), an arms dealer (Joe Don Baker), and an assassin (Andreas Wisniewsky) who likes to listen to the Pretenders. Oh, and some partial nudity by Virginia Hey. Like I said, a mish-mash of plot elements that often holds together, but also frequently gets goofy.

Hey, it’s a Bond film.

At any rate, late in the movie, the action shifts. Bond has been taken captive, along with the girl (sans cello). They are all hauled off by the rogue Soviet general to … Afghanistan.

See, it’s 1987. The USSR is the bad guys, and they’ve invaded Afghanistan (again), and the brave freedom fighters, the Mujahadeen, are fighting for their land and their faith against terrible odds (horse vs. tanks). Sure, there are a few Evil Afghan Rebels who are using this as a way to move opium, but Bond helps a Good Afghan Rebel (played by Art Malik) escape from the Evil Soviets, helps launch a raid on the Soviet base, and then helps wipe out the Soviet troops that try to retaliate.

Exit into the sunset Mr. Bond and girl, having saved the freedom fighters to fight another day.

Anyone catching any irony here?

The Good Afghan Rebel, Kamran Shah, is Western educated. He’s gotten support and training from Western intelligence. And he’s fighting the Evil Soviets for his land and his faith.

Sounds a lot like a prime suspect behind the Red Tuesday terror. And, if not him, then a number of his hosts, the Taliban.

We were more than happy to give these guys props (figuratively and literally) when they were poor freedom fighters against the Soviets. The irony, as they’ve kicked the Soviets out, is that they’ve also turned on the West. Not all of them, certainly, and, in the case of the Taliban, only insofar as they’ve utterly rejected Western mores like tolerance, equality, and freedom. And maybe, tacitly or explicity, they’ve done quite a bit more. And the guys we were cheering when our money and spooks were training them to blow up Soviet soldiers may be among those who are now blowing up American civilians. And who may yet get to be blowing up American soldiers, too.

Not that the Soviets were saints. Not that their invasion and occupation of Afghanistan wasn’t brutal. Not that it was even wrong of us to be supporting the Mujahadeen.

But there’s a lesson here. At least a lesson in expectations.

The irony is choking me here. Here’s a last bit for you to start your day.

Thursday night, after the ‘Rents arrived, dinner was done, and Squiggy was off to sleep, I pulled some movies for us to watch.

Guess which one was on the stack.

I’m feeling angry now

But I don’t think I’ll write about it. I’ve already babbled enough, and when I’m angry, I invariably say thing I don’t like to have said. Doyce has a really,…

But I don’t think I’ll write about it. I’ve already babbled enough, and when I’m angry, I invariably say thing I don’t like to have said.

Doyce has a really, really nice quote from the Tao te Ching on his blog this afternoon. Read it.

Thoughts at lunch

Boy, not just a little anger in that last post, was there? And, contemplating my writing earlier this morning, I can see denial wending its way through the desert. Note…

Boy, not just a little anger in that last post, was there?

And, contemplating my writing earlier this morning, I can see denial wending its way through the desert. Note the immediate going into over-intellectualizing mode? Not only does that push away the emotional blow of something like this, but it gives an illusion of control.

Walking around at lunch, it was weird. Bright, sunny, pleasant day here in Denver. A little breeze flapping the sprinkler line flags. Ducks in the pond. Same ol’ Tokyo Joes to eat at. People talking, laughing, working, as though nothing were different.

And in the restaurant, the TVs were all turned to news channels, and I got to see the video footage. It was like (a bit more denial here) some medioicre special effects from a movie. The plane swings behind the closer tower, a ball of fire erupts from the other side. One tower collapses. The other. Mediocre because any sfx house worth its salt would show you what was happening more clearly.

After the Mount St. Helens eruption some years back, one subtle but definite impact was on the Portland skyline. The “perfect cone” of Mt. St. Helens (as LeGuin described in The Lathe of Heaven) was gone, a crumbled peak left behind. So, too, I wonder whether the destruction of the tops of the two towers (and, perhaps inevitably, the demolition of the whole structure) will have, in its absence, an ongoing psychic impact on those whose view of the NYC skyline included the WTC.

Margie’s off to the airport, to pick up the ‘Rents. They are (so we’ve heard) allowing vehicles in for that purpose. We’ll see. Hope there are no problems.

Update: Got a call from my mom no more than a minute later. They’re on the way to the house. Huzzah.

Stages of grieving

Elizabeth Kubler-Ross’ On Death and Dying identified five stages that a dying person goes through when they are told they have a terminal illness. Those stages are: denial, anger, bargaining,…

Elizabeth Kubler-Ross’ On Death and Dying identified five stages that a dying person goes through when they are told they have a terminal illness. Those stages are: denial, anger, bargaining, depression, and acceptance. Those stages have been applied as well (though, some would argue, incorrectly) to those who have suffered a loss.

In looking at my own feelings on today’s terrorist attacks, and the reactions I hear from those around me, I see this happening.

1. Denial: “Oh, no!” “Oh, you must be mistaken — I’ll check on the news myself.” “Man, I can’t believe this is happening!” “This is a crazy world we live in! [i.e., this didn’t happen for a reason]” “Those people are nuts. [ditto]”

2. Anger: “We should bomb them [which “them”?] back to the stone age!” “We need to find those guys and hang them by their thumbs!” “How could God have allowed this to happen?” “Where were the FBI? Why didn’t the government protect us?”

3. Bargaining: “How can we stop this from happening?” “If we spend this money, take this action, pass this law, impose these restrictions, can we make it go away?”

4. Depression: “It’s just going to get worse.” “This is only the beginning.” “People are animals.”

5. Acceptance: “Okay … where do we go from here?”

Think about it. And when you hear our leaders talking about this, try to figure out which step they’re in — or which step is being pandered to.

Red of tooth and claw

As I write, we have Israeli military forces firing frickin’ missiles into buildings where they think Palestinian leaders or security forces are. And if a few bystanders get killed, c’est…

As I write, we have Israeli military forces firing frickin’ missiles into buildings where they think Palestinian leaders or security forces are. And if a few bystanders get killed, c’est la vie.

In the meantime, Palestinians are sending suicide bombers into pizza parlors. That’s productive.

Actually, if I were leading the Palestinians, I’d be following the Israeli tactic. Target soldiers. Target officers. Target leaders. Not only would that lend credence to the idea that you are fighting a war against your oppressors, and give you more support from the outside world, but it might make those same Israeli leaders more willing to talk peace.

At the same time, while the Israelis are scoring hits, in the long run they’re merely fragmenting (figuratively, as well as literally) the Palestinian leadership. Which means that negotiating with anyone is going to be increasingly difficult.

And, frankly, Israel is losing the publicity war. Sure, every pizza parlor the Palestinians bomb simply tars their whole “side” as a bunch of terrorists. But when Israel uses tanks and jet fighters and attack helicopters to blow up buildings, they come across as a Goliath vs. the Palestinian David. And we know who to root for in that competition. It’s even worse when collateral damage (i.e., innocent bystanders) get fragged in the process.

I found it morbidly amusing that Arafat has been trying to get the UN Conference on Racism, Intolerance, Xenophobia, and Related Stuff to declare Israel to be acting in a racist fashion toward the Palestinians. There’s arguably something to that — but it seems to me there’s a large degree of blackness in the kettle making the accusation at the pot.

As long as it’s a battle of Jews vs. Muslims, or Israelis vs. Palestinians, it’s a racist, ethnicist, xenophobic problem, on both sides.

I don’t know what the answer is. Sometimes I think we should just bomb the whole region down into a glassy plain. Other times, I think the Israelis should simply move the Palestinians (including in Gaza) lock, stock, and barrel into the West Bank, build a big wall, and then say, “That’s yours, this is ours, ’nuff said.”

I don’t think either of those is a good answer. But both are temptingly neat and simple (and bloody and final).

Peace — peace strong enough to get the majority of folks involved committed to it — has been so close, so many times. And there is so much bloody blame to heap on both sides, that neither can wear a white hat. I have to condemn, first and most of all, any side whose tactics are explicitly terrorist, who act in the most racist fashion because they consider anyone on the “opposite side” — wearing a uniform or not — to be an enemy. But the Israelis have more than tarnished their own shield here, between heavy-handed military action and police state tactics against anyone even suspected of being a Palestinian terrorist.

I would wish a pox on both their houses, but that’s clearly already the case. Because the biggest losers here are the haters, but the ones who merely want to live a life of peace and dignity, raising their families.

Meanwhile, in Northern Ireland, Protestant protesters (“Those bloody Catholics are marching their bloody Catholic kids through our Protestant neighborhood on the way to their bloody Catholic school as a deliberate provocation!”) are throwing bricks and frickin’ home-made bombs at schoolchildren.

As far as I’m concerned, any “credit” the Protestant activists up there had by facing off against a truly bloody terrorist organization (the IRA) has been squandered by their own terrorist tactics.

Okay. Enough of those depressing tactics. My blood pressure is already too high.