Just listening to the CNN anchor interviewing Iraq’s UN ambassador. She asked him if he thought that Saddam Hussein was innocent, and merely “misunderstood” by President Bush and America. The question isn’t as bad as it sounds–she obviously didn’t believe that herself, judging by her tone. But he didn’t even seem to understand the question.
A smart regime, even if a monstrous one, would want to have the smoothest possible representatives to things like, say, the UN. What does it say about a regime that can’t find a UN ambassador who can comprehend plain English? We aren’t just dealing with thugs here–we’re dealing with stupid, delusional thugs. Unfortunately, they continue to be aided by many who let their hatred of the US rule their thoughts and actions.
Following Blix’ report, the Iraqi UN rep is claiming that they don’t have any WMD, because when Bill Clinton bombed them in 1998, he said himself that he’d destroyed all of Iraq’s capabilities.
Light or no posting this weekend. We’re about to drive up the coast to San Francisco, where I’ll be for the week, then back to LA next weekend. I’ll probably be posting from there, starting tomorrow.
Well, at least we have one other ally left from the Cold War.
The Japanese government is apparently set to announce that they’ll be with us, regardless of what the UN or old Europe do. I think that a nuclear and missile-armed DPRK has gotten their attention. I suspect that this is an “domo arigato” for redeploying the Kitty Hawk to the Sea of Japan.
Oh, and they want all of their citizens out of Iraq by Wednesday.
Gary Hudson could be said to be the prototypical space entrepreneur (well, if one ignores Bob Truax and Len Cormier, and probably others I’ve neglected in an increasingly-frequent senior moment). I first met Gary at a spacer party in northern California in 1980. He’s been at it for well over a quarter of a century, and still seems to be going strong, despite the fact that he’s almost certainly attained some level of wisdom from his experience. I don’t know if that’s a sign of devotion to the cause or, at this point, inherent insanity. I decided to find out by asking him.
Transterrestrial: OK, O wise sage of space entrepreneurs. What lessons can you pass down to those of us less worthy, and particularly those of us who haven’t yet paid our dues? How the heck are we going to get off the planet?
It just occurs to me that when the Eurorats call us “cowboys,” they intend it as an insult, but we take it as a true compliment (in fact, if not in intent).
I doubt that they’re very pleased to be called weasels, though.