Today, an article titled, “Why Saddam Hussein lied about Iraq’s weapons of mass destruction” appeared on the Christian Science Monitor‘s Global News Blog. I immediately smelled a rat. The smell got especially strong when I read the part about how Hussein believed Iran “will be a greater threat” in the future. How nice of the doomed head of state to play into the hands of his murderers so neatly.
Hussein may have been a monster, but he was the head of state of a sovereign nation which we illegally invaded, and no one in Iraq is better off now than they were under Hussein. Arguable most Iragis are worse off. Frankly I don’t see a lot of distinction between Hussein and George W. Bush. Except Hussein is dead.
Back to the article. The only good rats are dead rats, and the rat I smelled is not dead; it is the NSA, the National Security Administration. I am sure they will read this before anyone else, because no one else reads what I write here. (Jeesh, the things you have to do for readership!)
I left a comment there, at the Monitor’s blog site:
Not that I would ever be suspicious of a project called the National Security Archive (smirk), but isn’t the real issue the unconscionable manufacture by the US of disinformation, codified as ‘intelligence’, with the treasonable intent of justifying a criminal war?
The story of Hussein’s handling while in US custody is undoubtedly an interesting one. Unfortunately the custodians of that information are cold-blooded liars. The Monitor would do well to keep that in mind when reporting information obtained from them.
They post comments only after review. We shall see if it gets posted. (It probably will.)
This is the most egregious example, that I can imagine, of the axiom, “the winner gets to write the history.” To the careful observer it is a cautionary tale. The rats intend to overthrow Iran as well.
Since my paranoia-addled mind is convinced that they will find a reason to lock me up, is there anyone out there I can rely on to uphold the truth? Is this why desperate people, feeling truth has forsaken the world, appeal to something other-worldly for aid; God help us? Isn’t there someone here who can help us?
Isn’t it us?
Maybe my paranoia is not a delusion.