Archive for the ‘Europe’ Category

Brits Fake It in Basra

March 30, 2008

Guardian Headline: British army joins battle to control Basra.

Well, not exactly. If you read the article you find that the useless Brits have just lobbed a few artillery shells at a mortar position in Basra.

They call THAT engaging in the fight.

After four years of looking the other way while Basra imploded into anarchy and chaos, with gangs of thugs of every stripe robbing, murdering, and terrorizing the populace to their hearts’ content, the British do-nothings finally get shamed (by the Iraqis and Americans moving in to establish law and order) into lobbing a few artillery shells at a mortar position from a nice, safe distance way out of town.

The British army spokesman in Basra, Major Tom Holloway, tried to deny that the Brits’ were too cowardly to do anything but sit on their bums by telling the BBC that “This is something we were always prepared to do.”

Wow, willing to fire off a few artillery shells from 10 miles away – how heroic. That’s all you Great Brits are prepared to do: from the airport, many miles out of range of return fire, shoot artillery at a lone mortar position too far away to even see. 

Now, if American troops were doing that, the Guardian would be screaming bloody murder about the inaccuracy of such strikes and all the collateral damage and civilian casualities that would result. But check out the article – not a peep about that when British troops are doing it.

That’s nationalism.

In fact, it’s the same story in Afghanistan. We avoid using weapons systems that are likely to cause civilian casualties. Instead, we take on the increased risk of greater American casualties by coming in with ground troops. But not our European “allies.” They kill far more more civiilians than our troops do, and have incurred the hatred of many Afghans for doing that, because they always come in like cowards, with air strikes or some other form of overkill.

Notice the lying caption below the picture in that Guardian article, too: “A British soldier patrols the northern suburbs of the southern Iraqi city of Basra.”

Yeah, “patrolling” all right, in a helicopter.

Lie. Lie. Lie.

But neither the British planes nor helicoptors will come down low enough over the city to shoot…again, because then they could get shot back at. Yes! Even that’s too dangerous for them! Since they have artillery, and it’s safer yet for them, that’s what they use, no matter how many innocent civilians get killed.

This is the heart of the Euopean psyche: it cares about NO ONE but themselves. The “humanitarian” mask is just a cover for that odious fact about this depraved culture. They are no different than they were during the two world wars – just (thank goodness) much less powerful now, is all.

Message to the UK: Get your useless troops out of there even sooner than you had you had planned. Everything you do is a phony show.

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Brits: Hurry Up and Get Out of Iraq Today

March 29, 2008

What the hell have the British been doing in Basra all this time to leave such a mess?

Faking it, that’s what:

As British troops withdraw from Basra, good men die

 This week proves our retreat from Basra was one of Britain’s great military disasters

Maybe it’s about time our so-called “friends” and “allies” began to concern themselves whith what WE think of THEM. I say it’s time to stop trying to please to the impossible to please and just write them off as what they are – “friends” and “allies” only when they need something from us.

And as for their being “humanitarian,” gag me with a spoon.

Whether you Brits like it or not, your government joined in the war; your troops were thus given a section of the country to oversee, and it was their responsibility to do so. But for all of your Rudyard Kiplingesque, vaunted-and-taunted “colonialist” past, your sorry excuses for soldiers did nothing the entire time they were there except to sit on their bums and watch complacently while Basra imploded around them. My husband, the freelance journalist Steven Vincent, was abducted off the streets of Basra in August 2005 by five men in police uniforms, held for hours, beaten and shot to death, literally two days after he had an article in the NY Times about how the do-nothing British were allowing the situation down there to spiral completely out of control. On his first trip to Basra in February 2004 he spoke with the officers overseeing things; he asked how they could just stand and watch as Christians were murdered in the streets, alcohol sellers were assassinated, owners of music and video stores had their places firebombed and were told not to re-open on pain of death, women not wearing “proper” clothing were beaten and threatened with violence and murder if they did not cover up. Their reply – “Not our problem, mate”. Great. Just great. So your government accepts the responsibility of going into a combat situation, and your soldiers spend the next 4 years wanking and drinking tea, a bunch of military Bartleby the Scriveners, saying nothing but “I would prefer not to” whenever they were asked for help. Their forerunners who died in the Battle of Britain, El Alamein, Tobruk and so many other places, to say nothing of General Montgomery, must be spinning in their graves. And whether you consider the war to be just or not, the fact remains that British inaction doomed countless numbers of innocent Iraqis, and one brave American journalist, to violence, torture, torment and death. You all ought to be ashamed.

French President Insults British Parliament

March 27, 2008

Wow, them Europeans lay it on thick. You needed hip boots to wade through it all.

But someone please tap the President de la Republique on the shoulder and tell him that the British Parliament and Prime Minister are not flattered by a description of Britain’s history as “full of sound and fury.”

I kid you not. Yes, you’d have to be French to think that is a compliment 😉

Mais, mes amis, when quoting Shakespeare, it’s best to read the whole sentence…

“…full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.”

In other words, President Sarkozy just told both Houses of Parliament and the Prime Minister today that all of British history is meaningless (babble) 😮

Not exactly what he intended with the ripest display of pure, unadulterated, flattery I’ve ever seen. The Speaker of the House of Commons was briefer but no better, being a Scott (and therefore traditionally allied with the French against the English).

The way these Euros go on and on and on and on and on and on … about history way back into medieval times. Like they haven’t got anything else to talk about!

I think they just do it to avoid having to say anything. Anything meaningful, that is, anything relevant to the matter at hand. It’s just a way of babbling and reminding themselves of Europe’s grandiose past.

But in the bath of fetid flattery Sarkozy heaped on the British today, there were two surprises.

First, nothing less than a new alignment in Europe. The fornication of France and Germany (brought about by Chirac and Schroeder) is ended. France is now seducing the UK instead.

And he did everything but come right out and say that this amounted to France drawing nearer to those the Brits have a “special relationship” with. You know, like Canada, Australia, and — come on, we know who he really meant: US = U.S.

But he didn’t come with only his hat in his hand. He offered passionate thanksgiving for Britain’s aid during World War II (to which Parliamentary pates were nodding “Yes, that’s the right thing to say! Give us more of that!”) and reminded the Brits that France is a nuclear power too.

Oooh. Count ’em – one, two, three nuclear powers in league could really boss Europe, Russia, and the Middle East around!

Ah, la gloire. No more nasty demonization of the “anglosphere” from France. For awhile at least. France is a turncoat that changes sides constantly.

So, it’s basically good news, I guess, but nothing to put any stock in.

Sarkozy also promised to actually send more than ten men in the back of pickup truck to Afghanistan as well. But let’s wait till we see it to believe it.