Monday, September 05, 2005

Me, a sitrep

Having been distracted by a (semi-)natural disaster and a splurge of writing, I kind of forgot to follow up on my frustrated post of the other week, so here's a situation report:


- I'm going to St. Martin's. Not sure exactly what happened at the GTTR, but St. Martin's was just a little bit backlogged. So I start on the 12th September.

- I have a car. A dark-red M-reg Fiat Punto. Having driven into Lancaster to pick Kate up from the station, and then back via Sainsbury's, I can say that I'm a little out of practice. Give me a few weeks and I'll be fine again though.

- The LURPS website is 100% complete and ready to go up online. Luke: you fancy heading up to campus tomorrow to get it uploaded?

- I did my last shift at the Tourist Centre on Friday afternoon. I'm still on the books, but I won't be doing any more hours until next summer at the earliest. Even if I don't have huge amounts of work over Christmas and Easter, I'll need time to relax.

- Been feeling distinctly single again lately. Nothing too bad, but I occasionally get that sense that I'm missing something that, in some parallel universe, another me who had one more lucky break than me is with someone he loves and who loves him in return. The bastard. :-)

*wanders off in search of a meat cleaver and a dimension-jumping machine*

Sunday, September 04, 2005

Smog & Mirrors: Atyria

I've just started a new LiveJournal, linked above, for the Smog & Mirrors Design Journal. It's a bit sparse at the moment (just this article, actually), but you'll find it linked in the title above.

As a note of explanation, Atyria's one of the more 'westernised' pseudo-Arabic countries in the Smog & Mirrors world, which is a fantasy setting in its equivalent of the World War One era, albeit with bits of culture grabbed from a couple of decades or so at either side.


Atyria
Official Name: Republic of Atyria
Nationality: (noun) Atyri; (adjective) Atyrian
Population: 9.5 million humans
Government: Military dictatorship
Alliances: Neutral
Primary Languages: 70% Atyrian, 27% lesser tribal dialects, 3% Appalian languages
Religions: 93% Faith, 4% Creationism, 3% Messianism
Suffrage: None.



Atyria’s History:

Atyria is an ancient country, having existed, with its borders more or less unchanged, ever since the fall of the first Goethian Empire, of which it was a province. For a short period during the 6th century, it was a protectorate of Imperial Lacerta, with whom it shares a remote southern border, but this arrangement came to an end with the War of Seven Oases in 584 TI.

Atyrian government traditionally came under the rulership of the ‘high emir’, who was typically the most powerful of the tribal chieftains in the vast area of desert that Atyria covers. As evidenced by the country’s name, the emirate was dominated by the al-Atyri tribe, who ruled from the city of Atyr. The al-Atyri gained their wealth and power from the fertile plains of the Jebbar Delta, the crops grown on their land providing grain for most of the other tribes.

Following several years of poor harvest in the early ninth century, and the subsequent development of farmland further up the Jebbar River by the al-Husami family, the al-Atyri lost their grip on the emirate in favour of their al-Husami rivals.

Atyria traditionally traded its crop surplus and other resources with Appalian merchants, but this halted during the reign of the al-Husami emirs, who were distrustful of Appalia’s imperial ambitions and wanted as little to do with foreigners as possible. By the second half of the ninth century, Atyria was suffering because of its isolationism; despite an abundance of food in the Delta and al-Husami regions, tribes further out in the harsh deserts were starving because the infrastructure and bureaucracy necessary for moving produce around the country did not exist. Likewise, Atyria lacked the schools and universities to produce the graduates who could organise such national improvements.


The Rise and Reign of Ibn Majid

Despite the government-imposed isolation, a few young men from the wealthier families would travel abroad to study. Inevitably, most adopted foreign ways while overseas but, in the main, behaved in a more conservative fashion after returning home. A notable exception was Ibn Majid al-Atyri, who studied law at the University of Oxton, in Brigantia, before travelling around Appalia. When he came home to his family in 892, he was shocked to realise just how ‘backward’ his culture seemed after spending just a few years in Appalia. He returned to Brigantia and entered the officer training school at Harwick before taking up the rank of captain in one of Brigantia’s native regiments in Khophal, where his race posed only a minor obstacle to his career. Majid soon rose through the ranks, thanks to his heroic actions during the Khophal Rebellion of 896, in which he was awarded the Brigantian Escutcheon (which he chose to be decorated with traditional al-Atyri heraldry) and the Colonial Star.

In 899, Colonel Majid left Brigantian service and returned home to join the Atyrian army, retaining his Brigantian rank thanks to family connections. In 906, he led a cadre of senior officers (mostly of al-Atyri descent, or from traditionally allied tribes) in a coup d’état that overthrew the emirate.

Majid took control of Atyria, declared himself commander-in-chief of its army and navy and dissolved the emirate to form a republic. On a platform of uniting the many tribes of Atyria into one great nation, he appointed a number of less ambitious al-Husami leaders to his cabinet alongside members of his own faction and retained the city of Azhar-Husam, stronghold of the al-Husami, as the capital.

More controversial were his policies towards Appalia. Not only did he open up the old trade routes once more, but he also made sweeping changes to the laws governing Atyrian society, many of which were based on traditional religious rulings. No longer did unmarried men have to conceal their faces in the presence of women, nor were women restricted from entering jobs. By 912, Colonel Majid had appointed three female ministers to his cabinet. More controversially, Majid announced in 909 that Atyria was to be a secular society, with its laws and morals completely separated from the Faith followed by almost all of his people. Religious education was banned from schools, where it had previously made up a large component of all teaching, although was still permitted in temples.

The re-opening of links with foreign lands, Appalia in particular, led to an influx of new ideas and money. Atyria, poor under the reign of the emirs, gained a respectable level of prosperity amongst its urban classes, while Majid’s road-building schemes and the introduction of the internal combustion engine were a great boon to the rigorous lifestyles of the desert-dwelling tribes.

Within a few years of Majid seizing power, Frankish-style street cafes appeared on the streets of Azhar-Husam and Atyr, populated by a new breed of westernised intellectuals and by Appalian tourists, and many foreign fashions in clothing, music, art and theatre (and later film) began seeping into Atyrian culture. Needless to say, there were many traditionalists who feared the loss of Atyrian values in the face of this invasion of alien ideas.


Backlash and Rebellion

In 916, a police patrol investigating a mass horse theft in the Jabber Valley was ambushed by armed tribesmen. An underground group called the Nasirim al Din (protectors of the Faith) claimed responsibility for the attack, which left eleven policemen dead. Colonel Majid immediately declared the Nasirim an outlaw organisation and enemies of the state. The Nasirim responded by assassinating the head of Atyria’s police force and, the following week, blew up two Creationist churches in Azhar-Husam.

A three year clampdown began, in which over 120,000 people were arrested on suspicion of being members of the Nasirim al Din. Several hundred were tried and hanged, but most were released after a few months of imprisonment (largely because of overcrowding due to the unprecedented scale of the operation). However, a significant number of people, including many who it turned it out had no links to the Nasirim, died in custody, often during interrogation.

The brutality of the clampdown angered many Atyrians, particularly those already ambivalent to the new way of life. Several of the desert tribes turned on Majid, along with a number of chieftains of the al-Husami tribe, although the latter group were more discreet than their nomadic cousins. With al-Husami money providing weapons, the desert rebels made the administration of law outside of the larger towns and cities difficult, if not impossible in places. As in the old days of the emirate, a number of chieftains set up their own fiefs, extorting ‘taxation’ from villagers and charging for access to oases they controlled.

The rebellion continues to this day, with no fewer than five outlawed tribes roaming the Atyrian wildernesses, ironically keeping ahead of the military and police thanks to the road network Majid built through their lands. Some in Majid’s government are calling for the al-Husami tribe to be outlawed along with the other rebel tribes, but to date Colonel Majid has resisted such demands on the grounds that the tribe has already officially disowned such treasonous members and that his regime could not survive without at least the partial support of the influential al-Husami.

Friday, September 02, 2005

More Katrina

300 'battle-tested' National Guardsmen are being sent into New Orleans with shoot-to-kill orders, to deal with lawlessness and looting.

The BBC: I spoke to a man who used our phone and asked him how he was doing for food. He said that those in his apartment are working together to gather supplies.

They had to loot Wal-Mart and take what they could on the first day, he said.

"We hated doing it but we just know that we've got no food, we had to do it," he said.

But this man was clearly not a criminal. It's a very fine line between what people actually need and what people are doing out of the fact that they're poor and they want more.


Unless these shoot-to-kill soldiers (Territorial Army) are distinguishing between people carrying boxes of apples and those carrying television sets, innocent people are going to die.

The situation in the Superdome is abominable. A police officer on duty at the stadium: "People were raped in there. People were killed in there. We had multiple riots."

Yesterday's report that the evacuation of the Superdome was halted because someone inside the stadium shot at the helicopter has been repeated at several hospitals around the city. A National Guardsman was shot and wounded, but not seriously.

Does make you wonder, doesn't it? What insane fucker takes a gun into a fucking refugee camp? (You could say, "The guys on the door should have been searching people," but that would have been impossible, what with the sheer number of people trying to get in there within a limited amount of time.)

BBC: John Graydon, a British man whose son is one of thousands trapped inside the Superdome stadium in New Orleans, said he feared they could come to harm there:

"Their safety, they believe, is in danger, because there's a large element of bullies actually within the dome. One of the officers did actually get shot and it woke my son up, which frightened the life out of him.

"And when you queue up for your water, the biggest get it first and by the time the ordinary people - including the old, as well as my son - get to the front, they get turned away because they haven't got any more left."


The Superdome is short of food and water, and the city's convention centre, another major refuge point, is in a similar situation.

There are gun battles in the street between police and looters, and between rival gangs of looters themselves.

The head of the New Orleans emergency operation has denounced the US relief effort as a 'national disgrace'.

BBC, quoting a woman trying to leave the city: "You got a lot of people that didn't have a quarter to, say, catch a bus to get out of this town. And the government did nothing."

BBC again: Another woman stranded in New Orleans told TV reporters: "People are dying, they're dying. Babies are dying, there's an old lady over there dead in the chair. People are dying. We're starving out here."

A man added: "You got a three-week-old infant out here. How is a three-week-old infant going to survive out here with no milk, no water?"



Bush has described the hurricane as a "temporary disruption".

A BBC analysis of the situation commented that: That was an off-the-cuff remark which his speechwriters, always so careful to try to reach for a phrase which meets the needs of the moment, must have groaned at.

In these situations, language provides leadership and the words "temporary disruption" would not have come from the lips of a Kennedy or a Reagan.


The area affected by the hurricane is approximately the size of the UK.


The same analysis (http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/world/americas/4207306.stm) had this to say on whether the devastation could have been prevented:

The New Orleans Times-Picayune, its printing presses under water, and operating online only, said: "No-one can say they didn't see it coming.

"Now in the wake of one of the worst storms ever, serious questions are being asked about the lack of preparation."

That newspaper had previously written a series of articles about whether federal funding for flood protection was sufficient.

Already, Mr Bush's political enemies have begun to attack him on this issue.

A former official in the Clinton administration, Sydney Blumenthal, has written in Der Spiegel: "In early 2001, the Federal Emergency Management Agency issued a report stating that a hurricane striking New Orleans was one of the three most likely disasters in the US, including a terrorist attack on New York City.

"But by 2003, the federal funding for the flood control project essentially dried up as it was drained into the Iraq war."

It remains to be seen whether any extra funding would have made any difference. For example, would the money have come through in time, and would it have been spent on those places which gave way?

And now the Clinton administration, too, is also being accused of failing to fund adequate flood defences.


Should New Orleans even be there?

For those of us who live in temperate climates, it is easy to forget the huge efforts needed to protect cities and communities in places where nature is not benign.

The levees or dykes which protected, or were designed to protect, New Orleans were the equivalent to engineers of the Great Wall of China.

There have been innumerable warnings.

Last year, the National Geographic magazine wrote about a disaster simulation which predicted that 50,000 people might die in the city in a Category Five Hurricane, which Katrina was for a time.

"The chances of such a storm hitting New Orleans in any given year are slight, but the danger is growing," the article said. "Climatologists predict that powerful storms may occur more frequently this century, while rising sea level from global warming is putting low-lying coasts at greater risk."

"It's not if it will happen," University of New Orleans geologist Shea Penland was quoted as saying. "It's when."

And National Public Radio had a very prescient documentary which interviewed Walter Maestri, head of public emergencies in Jefferson County or Parish.

After the simulation exercise, he wrote something in large letters across a map of the affected area: "KYAGB - kiss your ass goodbye," it said.

But the answer to the question of New Orleans' future is that just as San Francisco was rebuilt, so will New Orleans be.

The levees will be made bigger and stronger. American engineers will not give in. They tamed the Mississippi on its run to the sea. They aim to tame it there as well.



Thought for the day: Isn't it retarded to build a city below sea level, close to the coast?

Thursday, September 01, 2005

Hurricane Katrina

This entry was originally going to be a reply to Mish's thoughts on the whole thing, but it got a bit long, so rather than clog up her blog, I thought I'd come back here and clog up all of your Friends pages instead.

One of the three most likely disasters to hit America, according to a FEMA report in about 2000, was a hurricane ploughing into New Orleans.

(Another of the three was a terrorist attack on New York. No one mentions the third - at a guess, I'd say The Big One dropping California into the Pacific Ocean.)

But for the past few years, funding has been dragged away from the Louisiana/Mississippi anti-flood defences and thrown into, yes, you guessed it, defence, and more specifically, Afghanistan and Iraq. (I'm not getting into a discussion about the rights and wrongs of either war, so don't even try and start. The wars are fact, and the money had to come from somewhere - unfortunately, some of it came from flood defences.)

Now 31% of the US's oil refineries are out of action, all the rigs in the Gulf of Mexico are damaged, and gasoline has hit the $3 per gallon mark (which apparently is pretty high for the US).

And Bush is being criticised for seeming not only out of touch, but uncaring. This isn't just the usual suspects; conservative American media have been criticising him for his handling of the disaster. (Having seen his interview, I'd say, yeah, he seems to think that smiling, saying everything'll turn out alright, and that, yes, lots of people have died, but there's a massive relief effort underway, is a good way of handling the situation. To be honest, I think he's slipping into his 9/11, "Oh god, oh god, they said this job would be easy. Why's it all going so wrong?" state of shock.)

Anyone remember how his dad took a lot of political damage for appearing to care more about the first Gulf war than he did about Hurricane Andrew hitting the US? No, me neither, but I was about ten at the time - although I do remember Andrew - but several commentators are comparing the two events; the problem with being the son of a former president, I suppose.

And, despite this being the biggest humanitarian crisis the US has seen in almost a hundred years (at a guess, I'd say the news were referring to the earthquake of 1906), and apparently the biggest aid effort the US has ever seen, there are American citizens trapped in a submerged American city, starving or dying of dehydration on their rooftops.

The guy on ITV news said he'd seen better relief efforts in Africa, when the US is the wealthiest country in the world.

Others have drawn the Africa parallels as well, and it's not hard to see why. On Channel 4, someone (one of many) has pointed out that the vast majority of those left in New Orleans (and presumably who died) are poor and black, and referred to Katrina bringing to the surface "America's dirtiest open secret", the abject poverty in which its poorest citizens live.

And of course, poor people can't afford cars. I've only just managed to get one for myself - if I weren't receiving a training bursary and student loan, I couldn't have afforded that. And I have a part-time job in a country with a half-decent welfare system.

The mayor waited for 24 hours before ordering an evacuation of the city. There was no mass mobilisation of public transport. The National Guard didn't turn up to evacuate entire streets in the back of camo-painted trucks. Then Katrina hit and killed the poorest people of the city, who didn't have any way of leaving.

The BBC quote Bush as saying, "I don't think anybody anticipated the breach of the levees," which is either a lie or it shows yet another failure in forward-planning by the Bush administration (or both - there were complaints before the storm about the lack of funding for flood defences in New Orleans). It's one thing to fail to predict how a country is going to react to being freed from a dictator's tyranny by an invading foreign force, but it's another to not anticipate the collapse of a wall in the face of a hurricane, when hundreds of thousands of Americans live on the other side of it.

And don't forget, Katrina veered away from New Orleans. A city has been destroyed, dozens more towns have been flattened, hundreds (or, more likely, thousands) of people have died, and this wasn't even the worst case scenario.

And no one was prepared.

Sunday, August 21, 2005

Strange Aeons (the screenplay formerly known as Thaum, and then Kidd)

I've been fiddling around in my head with the premise and plots for my screenplay for the last week or two, bouncing ideas around. I've decided that I'm not going to have the main character as a police detective inspector who's also a necromancer - it's too restrictive, either setting up an X-Files style investigation-of-the-week formula, or constantly having to find ways to have the detective inspector

So Inspector Kidd's been relegated to supporting character, who might not even be in every episode (depending on how useful he is). I'm thinking of keeping his relationship with his children though, possibly by having his eldest daughter move in with the new lead character, Jonathan Grey (played by Jonathan Rhys Meyers - Steerpike from the BBC version of Gormenghast - or someone with a similar bone structure).

Not sure who I'd have play Kidd. I've been picturing him as John Constantine up until recently (so definitely not Keanu Reeves then...). Perhaps Sting, just to remind the makers of Constantine what they were missing out on...

Despite my Kidd-Constantine image, the necromancy's going to become Grey's field of expertise, while Kidd's just going to be a clued-in mundane (to borrow Unknown Armies terminology), or maybe just a significantly less powerful mage than Grey.

Anyway, the opening scene, hot off the keyboard:

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SCENE 1 – ASHURST WOODS (Exterior, day) (Opening Credits Sequence)

As the opening credits roll, the view pans over four piles of clothes lying in the grass of a clearing. In the first two we can see a neatly folded shirt, tie, boxer shorts, socks and trousers, plus a pair of shoes. In the third we see a fawn-coloured blouse with a brooch fastening, brown skirt, tights, and flat-soled lady’s shoes. The fourth pile contains a black velvet dress, claret underwear and black satin shoes.
The camera draws back to reveal a circle of small white rocks, each about the size of a fist, sitting in the centre of the clearing. Three naked corpses lie in the grass. A young black man (DANNY CLIFFORD, 30) lies on his side, but his torso is twisted over onto his back, revealing four bullet wounds in his chest and severe bruising and cuts to his face, suggesting he’s been kicked repeatedly. Within the circle lies a slender brunette (MADELEINE TYLER, 27) in a foetal position, with a single wound through her left shoulder. At the edge of the clearing, slumped face-first against a tree, is another woman (SUE MCLEAN, 45) with her hair and a bullet through the centre of her back. Being naked, it’s quite obvious she’s been shot through the spine.
The voice-over of this scene is JONATHAN GREY, our principle character.


(V/O) GREY
It started with three murders. Danny Clifford, Sue McLean…

The image cuts to an overweight, naked man (HARRY GRAHAM, 55), running for his life through the woods. He’s clearly out of shape, and is wheezing and purple-faced as if on the verge of a heart attack, but too terrified to slow down.
Further back, two skinheads – LIAM O’NEILL, with a weasel-faced and wearing a union jack T-shirt, jeans, bovver boots and a manic grin, and JEFF BRONSON, taller, more muscular, wearing a leather jacket and with a grim, determined expression – chase after him. Both are carrying revolvers.


(V/O) GREY
…and Harry Graham.

Back in the clearing, Madeleine painfully raises her head and looks around the clearing. She awkwardly gets to her feet. A trickle of blood runs down her torso from the hole in her shoulder, and she stumbles before regaining her footing. She has spots of blood on one cheek.

(V/O) GREY
But not Madeleine Tyler. It wasn’t her time to die; she still had her part to play.

She spends several seconds standing over Danny’s body, tears in her eyes. She sobs and staggers from the clearing.
Cutting back to Harry and the skinheads, Harry runs from the trees into a gravel-surfaced lay-by, in which three cars are parked – a small hatchback, a 4x4 and a BMW. He stops by the driver’s door of the BMW and reaches for his keys.
Freeze-frame close-up of Harry’s horrified expression as he realises his keys, and his pocket, are back in the clearing.


(V/O) GREY
I always liked Harry. He wasn’t a friend, but I respected his talents.

The focus on the freeze-frame shifts to reveal O’NEILL and BRONSON coming up behind him, twenty or thirty feet away. The action begins again as the skinheads skid to a halt. Harry turns to face them.

(V/O) GREY
I think it helps that, at the end, he stood his ground and faced them. They had guns, they’d already shot his friends, and they were going to kill him. He knew all that. But that last bit of courage, despite his terror…

With the camera view at ground level, looking through Harry’s legs, a trickle of urine runs down one leg and pools around his foot. O’Neill and Bronson raise their pistols.


(V/O) GREY
…I think that made death a little easier for him.

O’Neill and Bronson fire. Harry’s feet lift off the ground and something heavy lands on the camera, cutting the screen to black.

(V/O) GREY
And trust me, I know about death.

The show title, ‘Strange Aeons’, appears on the black screen.


SCENE 2 – JONATHAN GREY’S HOUSE – HALL (Interior, day)

A hallway in a moderately untidy house. A sprig of some sort of dried herbs is pinned above the front door, and red sigils have been painted on the doorframe. On the wall is a poster print of Picasso’s Guernica. A couple of opened letters lie discarded on the doormat. A nearly-empty breakfast bowl, cereal solidifying into a milky crust, sits on the sideboard, beside a mobile phone handset and an LCD clock reading 17:57.
The door opens and a pale-faced young man (28) enters. He’s wearing a hospital porter’s uniform. His name badge reads ‘Jonathan Grey’. He removes his tie and drapes it over a coat hook, before addressing the camera:


GREY
I’m Grey, and I’ve had a hell of a day.

The mobile phone rings.

GREY
And it’s about to get worse.

He answers the phone.

GREY
Hello?

KIDD
(on phone)
It’s Inspector Kidd. You might want to come down to the woods.

GREY
Am I sure of a big surprise?

KIDD
It’s dead people. Your kind of thing.

Grey addresses the camera again.

GREY
I work as a mortuary attendant.

Into the phone:

I’ll change my shirt and be right over. Whereabouts are you?

KIDD
Near Pointer’s Car Park. The uniforms’ll be expecting you. They’ll let you through.

GREY
Thanks. I’ll be there.

He hangs up.

GREY
(to camera)
What did I tell you? So much for settling down with a book and a Chinese…

He wanders upstairs, undoing shirt buttons as he goes.

Tuesday, July 26, 2005

Hell of a day...

...but it's all turned out fine in the end.

First up, a telephone conversation:

Me: "Hey, you okay?"
Other person: "No, my hands are shaking and they won't stop, and I feel faint."
Me: "Look, do you want me to come up to campus?"
Other person: "No, I'll be fine. If you hear a thud though, that's just me dropping my phone."
Me: "Heh heh. You sure you don't want me to head over?"
*thud*
Me: "Are you there?"
Third voice: "Are you alright? Go and get a first aider."

Cue hanging up and phoning again, to make sure the samaritan knew what the situation was, and frantically bussing it up to campus. I'm within about thirty feet of the ambulance before it pulls away. So, I use the other half of the return ticket to get back to the RLI, and sit in the A&E department waiting room for an hour, trying to ignore the self-titled 'Glorious Goodwood' that's on the TV there.

Did you know that one third of A&E visits are alcohol-related?

Eventually, the patient recovers and I get home. I check LiveJournals, and notice something on Aethelthryth's blog that I hadn't spotted the last time I read that particular post: "If you live in Sheffield you will know the most recent events of my life but I don't want to post them on here for legal reasons."

Cue an email, asking for an explanation of the legal reasons. Get told to phone at 5pm. Do so. The conversation, which I won't go into here, for the same legal reasons, comprised mostly of me saying, "Fucking hell," "Fuck," "Jesus," "Seriously?" and "Jesus fuck..." But overall, it seems like things are looking up for Aethelthryth (God, I hate typing that name - I can never get it right, bloody Anglo-Saxons...).

So, two dramas in the same day, and both of them resolve themselves. The day could have been worse.

Oh, and I've started talking to myself.


P.S. Does anyone else think it's fucking rude to get rung up by a telemarketing firm, only to pick up the phone and realise that it's a recorded message, saying that they'll put me onto one of their operators?

Fuck you. If you're going to call me, out of the blue, in the hope that I'll pay attention to a word you're planning to say to me, you fucking making the effort to show me some fucking courtesy! The default state for someone who's been cold-called is, "No, sorry, not interested." The telemarketer's job is to turn that into a, "So, what's it all about then?" You're not going to get that if, when I say, "Hello?" all I get is a recorded voice. Fuck you. If you're not going to put the effort in, you can fuck off.

Oh my god, I'm turning into Warren Ellis...

Sunday, July 24, 2005

Angry at how fuckwitted some people are.

I'm feeling angry right now.

An innocent man, Jean Charles de Meneze, was shot dead by the police on the London Tube.

I'm not angry at the police for shooting him five times in the head at point blank range.

I'm not angry at him for running away from the police when they challenged him, thus confirming (in their eyes) the suspicion that it was actually a suicide bomber they were tailing.

I'm angry at the fuckers who are bandying around the word 'murder' to describe what happened on that train.

If a terrorist was spraying machine gun rounds at a crowd of people, and the police shot him, would that be murder?

Here the police had (or believed they had) a terrorist about to detonate a bomb on the London Underground, two weeks after over 50 people were murdered in exactly the same fashion, the day after four more suicide bombs failed to go off (hey, that's eight in two weeks guys, even Israel gets a little concerned at a rate like that). A police officer fired shots intended to destroy the 'suicide bomber's brain to prevent a detonation.

That officer was preventing mass murder, not committing a murder.

He and his colleagues made a dreadful mistake. That doesn't make them murderers.

Sigh...

I just watched a clip from an interview with Bill Clinton, about the London attacks and the ongoing War on Terror.

It was just depressing. He was stating his opinions, reeling of stats and lists, just like that. He had instant gravitas that demanded respect.

The world would be a very different place if there was someone like him in the White House.

Dammit, so long as he could keep his dick in his pants and his money where it was legal, that guy was an excellent statesman.

(I heard that only two US former-presidents have ever taken advantage of the right of an ex-president to receive daily CIA security briefings, Bush I, and Clinton. And of course, Bush I used to be the head of the CIA during the Reagan era, so it's hardly surprising in his case.)