Like outspoken journalism? How about this:
And so this is how we got where we are. You get a whole nation full of people who spend 99 percent of their free time worrying about their lawns or their short iron game, you convince them that they know something about something they actually know nothing about, and next thing you know, they’re blundering into a 1,000-year blood feud between rival Islamic groups, shooting things left and right in a panic, and thinking that they can make it all right and correct each successive fuckup by “keeping our noses to the grindstone” and “making lemons out of lemonade.”
That’s the great Matt Taibbi who, I just discovered, is not only writing at Rolling Stone but also contributes at The Smirking Chimp. I first read him while he was working at NY Press, but then he moved up. He’s covered Katrina (same boat as Sean Penn), the Michael Jackson trial, vote scandals, earthquakes in Asia, live from Iraq, our do-nothing Congress and more.
The quote above comes from his post, “Hussein in the Membrane: Making Lemonade in Iraq.” Here are a few more:
“Remember that this war was cooked up by American bureaucrats, people who know an awful lot more about bowling than they do about Islam. True, there were a few genuine lunatics involved in dreaming up the invasion — that crazy fraternity of neocon academics, wanna-be revolutionaries who spent the whole 1990s bitter about Clinton and wired on coffee and Goldwater biographies, waiting for their Big Chance. Those people came up with the specific details of the Iraq plan (when, where, ostensibly why) and it’s doubtful that anyone else but a lunatic could have dreamed up those particulars, since their logic generally eludes the sane and the normal. . .
“. . .The whole war has been characterized by this kind of behavior. The Americans continually make ghastly mistake after ghastly mistake, and they keep responding to their mistakes by digging down and seeking the aid of the same homespun American pseudo-folk wisdom that got them into this mess in the first place. Our foreign policy initiatives in the area resemble attempts to mend fences with a neighbor whose lawn has been mussed by bringing him a tuna casserole cooked specially by wifey; only in Iraq, when casserole-presenting Dad ends up with his eyes gouged out and his skull charred black, hanging upside down from a telephone wire and impaled on the shards of the casserole dish, the neighborhood committee convenes and…decides to bake a bigger casserole.
“Rhetorical question: if you’re going to offend the earth’s entire Sunni population by letting a Shiite mob hang a prominent Sunni politician on a Muslim holiday — on television on a Muslim holiday — why bother interfering in the burial question? Seriously, why? To curry favor with the Sunnis? Because it’s “the right thing” to do? What kind of deranged lunatic hangs “the Sunni sword” at the end of Ramadan and then tries to make up for it with the world’s Sunnis by allowing a “civilized” burial? “We will all become a bomb,” is how one Palestinian responded to this latest act of decency and goodwill on the part of the United States.
“I’m not saying Saddam Hussein deserved to live. Fuck Saddam Hussein. The point is that his execution is a symbol of America’s cultural blindness. America has one gear in its head: Saddam was a monster and a mass-murderer, so he should be executed and everyone should love us for doing it. Right? I mean, who doesn’t like a tuna casserole?”
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