Thought I'd leave a couple of links for those who can enjoy a bloody good read without worrying about ticket sales for the next group hug.
"I've just heard a snippet of the most disgustingly me-me-me anti-war advert by Susan Sarandon, in which she intones, "Before our kids start coming home from Iraq in body bags, and women and children start dying in Baghdad, I need to know - what did Iraq do to us?" Well, if you mean what did Saddam do to America The Beautiful, not an awful lot - but to millions of his own people, torture and murder for a start. Don't they count? ......."
http://www.guardian.co.uk/weekend/story/0,3605,923706,00.html
"...But leave aside the Jew-haters and amputation-enthusiasts, and the soppy saps who wheeled out toddlers clutching Thomas the Tank Engine says no to war! banners. (Of course, Thomas won't be saying No To War when the oil runs out and he's out of a frigging job - he'll be saying Bomb the bastard, now! ) For me, one strand of marchers was way out in front when it came to playing host to those uninvited but gluttonous guests, hypocrisy and decadence. It was surreal to see the best part of a million people marching in support of denying other people the very freedom they were smugly celebrating. But what really brought a tear (of mirth) to the eye, and a tide of vomit to the throat, was the en masse presence of professional entertainers. And for every thespian, hoofer, crooner, dressmaker, TV doctor, ex-boxer, presenting prannet and It Girl who turned up for the march, a dozen more have added their voices to the "anti-war" chorus. "
http://www.guardian.co.uk/weekend/story/0,3605,903963,00.html
Julie Burchill is a British columnist I wouldn't like to be drawn against at an arse kicking party. She almost certainly grew up in the same school of acerbic wit as my favourite Yank, PJ O'Rourke, one of the few Americans who can make me laugh, nod and reach for another beer, all at the same time.
Enjoy, those who can; go get a fcuking job those who can't.
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"I've just heard a snippet of the most disgustingly me-me-me anti-war advert by Susan Sarandon, in which she intones, "Before our kids start coming home from Iraq in body bags, and women and children start dying in Baghdad, I need to know - what did Iraq do to us?" Well, if you mean what did Saddam do to America The Beautiful, not an awful lot - but to millions of his own people, torture and murder for a start. Don't they count? ......."
http://www.guardian.co.uk/weekend/story/0,3605,923706,00.html
"...But leave aside the Jew-haters and amputation-enthusiasts, and the soppy saps who wheeled out toddlers clutching Thomas the Tank Engine says no to war! banners. (Of course, Thomas won't be saying No To War when the oil runs out and he's out of a frigging job - he'll be saying Bomb the bastard, now! ) For me, one strand of marchers was way out in front when it came to playing host to those uninvited but gluttonous guests, hypocrisy and decadence. It was surreal to see the best part of a million people marching in support of denying other people the very freedom they were smugly celebrating. But what really brought a tear (of mirth) to the eye, and a tide of vomit to the throat, was the en masse presence of professional entertainers. And for every thespian, hoofer, crooner, dressmaker, TV doctor, ex-boxer, presenting prannet and It Girl who turned up for the march, a dozen more have added their voices to the "anti-war" chorus. "
http://www.guardian.co.uk/weekend/story/0,3605,903963,00.html
Julie Burchill is a British columnist I wouldn't like to be drawn against at an arse kicking party. She almost certainly grew up in the same school of acerbic wit as my favourite Yank, PJ O'Rourke, one of the few Americans who can make me laugh, nod and reach for another beer, all at the same time.
Enjoy, those who can; go get a fcuking job those who can't.
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