At the Examiner, Laurie Byrd has a rueful look at the Libby conviction and the congealing of the fact-defying CW. The Washington Post editorial is well worth reading as well:
Mr. Fitzgerald was, at least, right about one thing: The Wilson-Plame case, and Mr. Libby's conviction, tell us nothing about the war in Iraq.
Obelus posted this poem to our comments section yesterday, in response to the story about ABC's al-Qaeda video and the American jihadi frakazoid believed to be starring in the vid. It won't mean anything to a religiously-motivated terrorist like Adam Gadhan, but I sure thought it was funny... and as Kathy K noted, it has exactly the flow to match the Jihadi Arabic panegyrics. So, without further ado:
O to the pitiless, violent Salafist
your leaders betray you
rivers of blood will course through
your poorly maintained thoroughfares
A battle with no end is upon you
The Coalition, may peace be upon Her...
will restore Arab magnificence
the crushed bodies of your martyrs sully your soil
their is an offensive stink to your dead
Democracy will liberate your women
they shall bare their heads and their breasts
in jubilation
you are powerless and pitiless and will get devilish scourges
Lay down your insignificant weapons
bury your dead so the odious stench does not blight
the new land of the free
get a small business loan at a low interest APR
endeavour to submit to your occupiers
get a convertible with your profits
live a little
"Mr. Simonyi will discuss his personal experiences with rock music and the impact that it made in Communist-ruled Hungary and other Soviet Bloc countries. The free flow of American and British rock music – and the revolutionary ideas it represents – over the airwaves in Central and Eastern Europe was instrumental in loosening the Communists' grip on power and contributed to the eventual downfall of dictatorships in that area of the world. Ambassador Simonyi’s speech is entitled “Rocking for the Free World: How Rock Music Helped Bring Down the Iron Curtain.” The Ambassador, an accomplished blues guitarist himself and formerly the member of several Hungarian rock groups, will be introduced by Jeff “Skunk” Baxter, former lead guitarist with the Doobie Brothers and Steely Dan.
Land of Hope and Glory, Mother of the Free, How shall we extol thee, Who are born of thee? Wider still and wider Shall thy bounds be set; God, who made thee mighty, Make thee mightier yet. Thy fame is ancient as the days, As Ocean large and wide: A pride that dares, and heeds not praise, A stern and silent pride: Not that false joy that dreams content With what our sires have won; The blood a hero sire hath spent Still nerves a hero son.
I really appreciate the people who leave Comments here at Winds of Change.NET. Not only do I find new thoughts that way, I find new blogs too. Dave of "Smile at Me" has been a steady contributor here for a while, and the stuff he publishes on his own site is pretty fine too. Shahyar Ghanbari is an Iranian poet... and today's poetic excerpt is dedicated to imprisoned Iranian blogger and journalist Sina Motallebi.
ForbiddenDave has fixed his blogger archives now - you know you want to read the whole thing.
by Shahyar GhanbariBlue of the sea is forbidden
The desire to see, is forbidden
The love between two fish is forbidden
Alone & together is forbiddenTo have a new love, you should not ask permission
To have a new love, you should not ask permissionWhispering & murmuring is forbidden
Dancing of the shadows is forbidden
Discovering the stolen kisses,
In the middle of your dream is forbiddenTo have a new dream, you should not ask permission
To have a new dream, you should not ask permission...
"The Bard's Breath" is a Winds of Change.NET feature bringing you art, quotes and verse related to our times. We all need a bit more than just news to make it through these times: Spirit. Perspective. Faith. Humour. Reminders of humanity, and horror, and the shape of true victory.
With the ebbing of the war in Iraq, this feature will scale back to an irregular schedule. Expect it to run approximately once per week.
Sixty years ago the Jews of the Warsaw ghetto, already close to death from starvation and disease and with only a few hundred poorly-armed fighters among them, took on the German Army in a fight to the death. The 55,000+ casualties on the Jewish side meant near-annihilation, but the Germans had paid for their victory. Indeed,the 27 days it took them to conquer the ghetto was longer than it had taken the Wehrmacht to occupy entire European countries. The Warsaw Ghetto Uprising was the first instance in occupied Europe of a mass uprising by an urban population, and is still remembered in poems, historical accounts (incl. German reports), even a museum. Not to mention the current hit film The Pianist.
In memory of that uprising, today's poem comes via the Jerusalem Post (Hat Tip: reader M. Simon). As the poet Haim Gouri wrote in memoriam:
"From this fire, which enveloped your tortured and burnt bodiesNever again. Never.
We ignited a torch for our souls,
In which we lit the blaze of freedom,
And with which we marched into battle for our land.We have avenged your bitter and lonely deaths
With our fist, heavy and warm;
To the burnt ghetto we built here a monument,
A monument of life - a life which shall never be forsaken."
"The Bard's Breath" is a Winds of Change.NET feature bringing you art, quotes and verse related to our times every Tuesday and Thursday. We all need a bit more than just news to make it through these times: Spirit. Perspective. Faith. Humour. Reminders of humanity, and horror, and the shape of true victory.
In the 1800s, a poet named James Russell Lowell penned "The Present Crisis". It was mostly about slavery, but Porphyrogenitus notes that it has current relevance too:
"When a deed is done for Freedom, through the broad earth's aching breast.There's a lot more, and since I found it via Porphyrogenitus it's only fair to send you there for the link to the rest.
Runs a thrill of joy prophetic, trembling on from east to west,
And the slave, where'er he cowers, feels the soul within him climb
To the awful verge of manhood, as the energy sublime
Of the century bursts full-blossomed on the thorny stem of Time."....
"The Bard's Breath" is a Winds of Change.NET feature bringing you art, quotes and verse related to our times every Tuesday and Thursday. We all need a bit more than just news to make it through what's coming next: Spirit. Perspective. Faith. Humour. Reminders of humanity, and horror, and the shape of true victory.
Captain Steve passes along some gems with his recent report from his current launching pad at Prince Bandar airbase:
Republican GuardThe rest of the article is well worth reading. As always.
Accustomed to all power
Now just a pink mistAh, Peter Arnett
Finally they realize
What a fool you areChemical Ali
The millions you killed slowly
Welcome you to hell
UPDATE: Donald Sensing explains the haiku format, and offers another one. Anyone else out there want to submit a War on Terror Haiku?