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Saturday, 22 March 2003
It's all talk ::
My cell phone wakes me up. I squint at the clock: 9:47. I squint at the caller ID: a friend in NYC who’d said she’d call from the peace march. I fumble with the phone. The Talk button doesn’t seem to be working. I’m not sure my Talk button would work either.
I turn on the TV. What the heck... cartoons! Doesn’t ABC know there’s a war on? Show me the latest death and destruction! Oh, that’s right, we’ve got the ultimate Reality TV show going on, but not for the kids on Saturday morning.
I listen to V’s voice mail message. Aside from some drumming early in the message, the cell phone’s noise-cancellation algorithm is working so well there’s no clue that it’s so loud that she “can’t hear herself speak.”
Bush’s weekly radio address: something about “eliminating weapons of mass murder,” using weapons of mass murder. “A fight for the peace of the world.” Can peace be fought for? Yesterday there was a report of a few militant protesters in The City (San Francisco)—one was arrested with Molotov cocktails in a backpack—and thinking they gave peace a bad name. The world is watching the U.S. warily; are our actions consistent with the values we profess?
And some identical doublespeak from Saddam: “We love peace and we are working towards this peace ...” And then concludes with “Long live Jihad.”
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