May 17 2004

Pooky Is As Pooky Does

I’ve had plague and thus was incommunicado, but am getting a bit better now… albeit still feeling pooky.

This is what pooky looks like in my head… so my current mental representation of myself involves scraggly feathers (low-grade fever and scratchy throat), poofy tummy (results of a 3-day course of Total War antibiotics), and squinty eyes (why not throw some allergies into the mix ‘cuz I’m not miserable enough already?).I’m gonna see if I can get TGP to take me out for a nice dinner of worms and birdseed. (Pic snagged from Dean.)


Mar 15 2004

The Roof, The Roof, The Roof Is On Fire…

Zombyboy and Tacitus have both made some excellent points by way of mild- and not-so-mild-mannered rants about Spain’s prime minister-elect, Zapato, and his intended withdrawal of Spanish forces from Iraq.

I can only echo that standing fast in the fire obviously isn’t in Zapato’s mind, nor is any real acknowledgement of Spain’s cultural and remembered significance for modern Arabs as a glorious and shining light of Islamic civilization during the reign of the Umayyad caliphs who had fled there to escape from Abbasid rule in Damascus in 711 CE, and remained there until King Ferdinand and Queen Isabella reconquered all of Andalusia for their Christian empire in 1492 CE (when they also kicked the Jews out of Spain).

Fact is, radical Islam lives in an even more romanticized and twisted version of the past than the rest of the Islamic world, and can never forget that Islam once ruled in Europe. Many Arabs have never forgiven Spain for the loss of Al-Andalus and consider losing such a jewel in the crown of Islam a burning insult gone unpunished. Spain was a logical target by radical Islamist standards for that alone by way of payback for seeming historical wrongs; being our ally didn’t bring this on them, being Spanish did. Maybe Zapatero thinks that if he runs back inside and hides under the bed, the bad men he told to stay off the lawn won’t burn down his house.


Mar 11 2004

Hookin’ Up, Movin’ Out

Sgt. Hook is going OCONUS to the ‘Stan. I’ve known it was coming right about now, but suddenly it’s here and happening, and holy shit…

There are lots of quotes I could mangle and misquote right about now, but I won’t waste time with the corn or cheese – fact is, I’m finding myself teared up with worry for a soldier I’ve never met and the men he’s taking into a dark place. Best wishes, gratitude, and godspeed – may they all shine light into that darkness and return home safe and sound. Thanks simply aren’t enough, not to them, nor to their families who can only wait.