Eric Garris pulls together some information about Lynndie England, the woman who thinks Iraqis are dogs, and Charles Graner, the man standing behind the pyramid of naked bodies who, according to this article, is England’s ‘first love’ and according to this article, is a serial abuser.
At the dingy Corner Club Saloon they think she has done nothing wrong.
“A lot of people here think they ought to just blow up the whole of Iraq,” Colleen Kesner said.
“To the country boys here, if you’re a different nationality, a different race, you’re sub-human. That’s the way girls like Lynndie are raised.
“Tormenting Iraqis, in her mind, would be no different from shooting a turkey. Every season here you’re hunting something. Over there, they’re hunting Iraqis.”
George knows many Americans like this. He gave one of the most famous permission to proselytise in Iraq despite the misery it is causing Christians there. If he’s still drawing a blank I can introduce him to plenty.
Donald Rumsfeld admitted there are even more disturbing photographs and videos describing the new material as “hard to believe” and that “it showed acts of abuse that were “blatantly sadistic, cruel and inhuman”.” Notice he isn’t ready to make the leap from abuse to torture. CODEPINK activists disrupted the hearing with chants of “Fire Rumsfeld” amongst other things. They have a link to the video clip of the protest and you can read a lengthy blogger blow-by-blow here.
Rummy will never be fired. He knows too many secrets. How would they keep all their dirty deals up and running without the head cheese…
Speaking of cheese, it seems Michael Moore wasn’t entirely forthright when he claimed he just learnt Monday that Disney wouldn’t distribute Fahrenheit 911. According to this article and his own words, it would seem Moore knew all along that was the case.
I’ve long that it odd when some of my fellow vegetarians would say that meat consumption was related to humanity’s cruelty to other humans, but maybe they are right.
Turns hearts to stone, conditioning the senses to tolerate killing. Some of my workmates have bizzare notions of what qualifies as a good time. They tend to be the ones who are all for this war, whatever we might be fighting it for, the reason doesn’t matter.