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Noam Chomsky on US War in Afghanistan, NATO and Israel/Palestine. Democracy Now 4/3/09 1 of 4
part 2: www.youtube.com We speak to Noam Chomsky, prolific author and Institute Professor Emeritus at the Massachusetts Institute of Technology. As NATO leaders gather for a sixtieth anniversary summit in France, Chomsky says, The obvious question is, why bother celebrating NATO at all? In fact, why does it exist? Chomsky also analyzes the Obama administrations escalation of the Afghanistan occupation and reacts to the new Netanyahu government in Israel.
Chomsky told Iranian TV recently that Bush invaded Afghanistan when he had no evidence that al Qaeda was guilty. He says the war is totally illegal and criminal. See my video “Chomsky on Faith-Based War and 9/11″
Obama embarrasses me.
afghanistan: (noun) An ideal location from which to attack a surrounding bonanza of energy-producing, sovereign nations; such a location with a defensive aspect regarding neighboring resource supply lines; a nation who’s leadership acts as an uncle tom to it’s neighbors: nations inhabited by interrelated, indigenous ethnoreligious groups; foreign land in which you owe (to a greater collective) military service.
Hopefully this helps me retain the reason, so I won’t have to look it up again.
@amareto35 Yoooou.. get that I’m pro Chomsky, right?
@NYCNECH, well, if you want to watch propoganda and want to hear what you want to hear, I suggest you to watch “FOX NEWS”…
RSM: It’s the fifth state that a Scotsman can achieve, sir. He’s got to finish himself off by lunchtime or he thinks he’s let down the Emperor, sir.
Captain: Well, can’t we get him out of it?
RSM: Oh, I dunno how to, sir. Our Kamikaze instructor, Mr Yashimoto, was so good he never left Tokyo airport.
Captain: Well, there must be someone else who can advise us?
RSM: Good luck, MacPherson.
Captain: Er… MacPherson… only this mission really is very dangerous. We’re going to need both the chaps that you’ve got left
RSM: Both of who, sir?
Captain: Sergeant major, what’s this man’s name?
RSM: This one sir? This one is MacDonald, sir.
Captain: No, no, no, no. Hang on to MacDonald, sergeant major, hang on to him.
RSM: I don’t know whether I can, sir… he’s in a state of Itsubishi Kyoko McSayonara.
Captain: What’s that?
RSM: These three here, sir. OK. Off you go, Smith.
Smith: Right!
Captain: … er … sergeant major!
RSM: Yes, sir?
Captain: You don’t think it might be a good idea… er… to stop the training programme for a little bit?
RSM: They got to be trained, sir. It’s a dangerous job.
Captain: Yes … I know… but… er …
RSM: All right MacPherson, you’re next, off you go.
Captain: You see what is worrying me, sergeant major, is…
MacPherson: I’ll make it a gud’un, sir!
RSM: Six, sir,
Captain: Six?
RSM: Five, sir. Good luck, Johnson.
Captain: Jolly good show, sergeant major. Well, I’ve come to tell you that we’ve got a job for your five lads.
RSM: Four, sir.
Captain: For your four lads.
RSM: Good luck, Taggart.
Taggart: Thank you, sarge.
Captain: Now this mission’s going to be dangerous, and it’s going to be tough, and we’re going to need every lad of yours to pull his weight. Now, which … er … which four are they?
Why do you think the British Army’s first Kamikaze Regiment, the Queen’s Own McKamikaze, was formed for? Tea parties? No, so successful has been the training of the Kamikaze Regiment that the numbers have dwindled from 30,000 to just over a dozen in three weeks. What makes these young Scotsmen so keen to kill themselves?
Scots Soldier The money’s good!
Second Soldier: And the water skiing!
RSM: Ten-shun.
Captain: All right, sergeant major. At ease. Now, how many chaps have you got left?
@wlwak: Once again the Germanic tribes invaded Britain and won most of it by their valorous spears; so the word immigrants must be replaced by invaders or conquerors; and the Roman legions did not suffer a defeat in Scotland (like they have in the Teutonic forest) but merely decided that Scotland was not worth to conquer it (even today most English think that they should get rid of it, more than Scots wanted back their independence); and of course Maggie used Scottish cannon fodder:
WESTMORELAND But there’s a saying very old and true, ‘If that you will France win, Then with Scotland first begin:’ For once the eagle England being in prey, To her unguarded nest the weasel Scot Comes sneaking and so sucks her princely eggs, Playing the mouse in absence of the cat, To tear and havoc more than she can eat.
@wlwak: The region is called Bretagne even today; while the rest of the Celts fled in terror to Wales and in the Scottish mountains; so migration is not really the word of choice here is it! Besides for my English bloodline I do decent from the French-Normans, who invaded England a few centuries later; as I am two cousins away from a Barony created by the Conqueror. And now I will fuel the old mutual hatred by quoting Shakespeare:
@wlwak: A infamous Saxon chief is quoted thus: “We must kill them. We must incinerate them. Pig after pig, cow after cow, village after village, army after army. And they call me an assasin. What do you call it when the assasins accuse the assasin ? They lie.. they lie and we have to be merciful for those who lie. Those nabobs. I hate them. How I hate them…” the Saxon onslaught was so grim and bloody, that surviving Britons fled to northern France. …
@wlwak: I never thought that anyone would be ever declare to be proud to be the countryman of the current English prime minister! I guess even the Queen would deny in public that she had anything to do with his installation in office! Boast of it: That Monsieur Brown is your countryman! You German immigrants? What? Well the only Germans people moving to Britain were the invading Anglo-Saxon tribes and unlike the Franks here in Gaul they slaughtered the Celts in Britain!
@wlwak: Nope, as there is no thing such as Britain only England and her subdued neighbours such as Scotland the English military authorities may be called British but are still English; and the armed forces in France are certainly not called so but always to referred to as the French army (though I have an English passport due to the English half of my blood); and for my channel you can believe that as long as you do not believe it to your grandfather or any other family member of yours.
[though a bit unfitting but if one is able to extract the spirit if scorn and disdain in it and apply it to the person in question it should serve well; but @wlwak if you know any better ways to insult the memory of your grandfather tell me and I will make use of them! And there is no terror in your threats, for I am arm'd so strong in honesty, that they pass by me as the idle wind which I respect not]
… but some plain grace Of manhood to the man who brings me love: A father of straight children, that shall move Swift on the wings of War. So, get thee gone! Naught knowing how the great years, rolling on, Have laid thee bare, and thy long debt full paid. O vaunt not, if one step be proudly made In evil, that all Justice is o’ercast: Vaunt not, ye men of sin, ere at the last The thin-drawn marge before you glimmereth Close, and the goal that wheels ‘twixt life and death.”
… are nothingness. Shadows, to clasp a moment ere they cease. The thing thou art, and not the things thou hast, Abideth, yea, and bindeth to the last Thy burden on thee: while all else, ill-won And sin-companioned, like a flower o’erblown, Flies on the wind away. Or didst them find In women … Women?… Nay, peace, peace! The blind Could read thee. Cruel wast thou in thine hour, Lord of a great king’s house, and like a tower Firm in thy beauty. Ah, that girl-like face! God grant, not that,…
… days Were all one pain? Thou knewest ceaselessly Her kiss a thing unclean, and she knew thee A lord so little true, so dearly won! So lost ye both, being in falseness one, What fortune else had granted; she thy curse, Who marred thee as she loved thee, and thou hers… And on thy ways thou heardst men whispering, “Lo, the Queen’s husband yonder”–not “the King.” And then the lie of lies that dimmed thy brow, Vaunting that by thy gold, thy chattels, Thou Wert Something; which themselves …
… soul within. Who wrought thee any ill, That thou shouldst make me fatherless? Aye, me And this my brother, loveless, solitary? ‘Twas thou, didst bend my mother to her shame: Thy weak hand murdered him who led to fame The hosts of Hellas–thou, that never crossed O’erseas to Troy!… God help thee, wast thou lost In blindness, long ago, dreaming, some-wise, She would be true with thee, whose sin and lies Thyself had tasted in my father’s place? And then, that thou wert happy, when thy …
“Ah me, what have I? What first flood of hate To loose upon thee? What last curse to sate My pain, or river of wild words to flow Bank-high between?… Nothing?… And yet I know There hath not passed one sun, but through the long Cold dawns, over and over, like a song, I have said them–words held back, O, some day yet To flash into thy face, would but the fret Of ancient fear fall loose and let me free. And free I am, now; and can pay to thee At last the weary debt. Oh, thou didst kill My …
@wlwak: First I will chose some fancy counter insult: You cowardly rascal, nature disclaims in thee: a tailor made thee. Ay, a tailor: A stone-cutter or painter could not have made you so ill, though he had been but two hours at the trade! Then I will insult the so-called memory of your grandfather; the question is how. I guess I will use the speech Electra gives against dead Aegisthus in the tragedy of Euripides against him:
@wlwak: The English military authorities have send me word about the person you claim to be your grandfather, but they say about a Scot Macdonald with that certain service number by Cheshu, that he is an ass, as in the world and that they will verify as much in his beard: He has no more directions in the true disciplines of the wars, look you, of the Roman disciplines, than a puppy-dog! And he did not held the rank of Sergeant but spend the war as base scullion in Scapa Flow garrison.
“It’s SHITE being Scottish! We’re the lowest of the low. The scum of the fucking Earth! The most wretched, miserable, servile, pathetic trash that was ever shat into civilization. Some hate the English. I don’t. They’re just wankers. We, on the other hand, are COLONIZED by wankers. Can’t even find a decent culture to be colonized BY. We’re ruled by effete assholes. It’s a SHITE state of affairs to be in, Tommy, and ALL the fresh air in the world won’t make any fucking difference!”