WTF happened to Alex Jones?

HooWEE! The Rational National has found an old clip of him in action, and it’s absolutely stunning:

Amazing, innit? Once, he was a trim, fairly lucid, good-looking guy with a full head of hair, and he even did something oddly resembling actual journalism. Now he’s unrecognizable: bloated, balding, paranoid, and ranting about gay frogs and eating his neighbors — when he’s not stripping down to his skivvies while trying to prove he’s still a fit parent to his kids.

I don’t know what’s in the water down there in Austin, but maybe the health department will finally get off its ass and investigate.

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9-11: The Afghan connection

A French documentary on the unheeded warnings of Ahmed Shah Massoud, the Northern Alliance leader assassinated by the Taliban two days before 9-11.

You cannot understand the current situation of Afghanistan, much less its connection to the events of 20+ years ago, unless you know who Ahmed Shah Massoud was, and what he represented to the diverse peoples of Afghanistan. For he was, until his death, their best hope to defeat the Taliban, the hypocritical, fanatical, fundamentalist army of ignorami allied through marriage with Osama bin Laden. You cannot understand the abrupt fall of the so-called Afghan government this past month unless you know of him and his role in the background events of 2001, which in fact were not hidden at all, but merely obscured by the horrors of 9-11.

Above all, you cannot understand what has happened unless you examine the role of the various western military-industrial complexes and their dealings with another regional ‘stan, namely neighboring Pakistan. For it was there that the Taliban’s main backers in the region lived, and it would be there that Osama bin Laden was eventually killed by Seal Team 6 in Abbottabad. If Ahmed Shah Massoud held one end of the thread that could unravel the Taliban, the other end lies with the Pakistani government, its military…and their western suppliers who preferred to supply democracy’s enemies with weaponry, while denying it to Afghanistan’s best hope. It is them, and their crooked capitalism, that really signed Massoud’s death warrant twenty years ago.

Never forget!

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Fahrenheit 9/11: A full screening (and some random thoughts 20 years later)

This was actually broadcast yesterday, but in case you missed it, here it is in full (with Michael Moore doing a podcast beforehand, and a Q & A after):

(If you just want to see the movie, fast-forward to minute 38.)

For those who say “Never Forget”, here’s what they forgot. Here’s what you really shouldn’t forget. Here’s the antidote to everything our corporate crapaganda media have been feeding us from the minute the Twin Towers were struck.

Even up here in Canada, we haven’t been immune to this disease; our local toadies and bootlickers fell over each other in their haste to be the first to hold the bullies’ coats. The simple humanitarian goodwill that prevailed in Gander and Whitehorse was soon forgotten as our so-called opinion shapers decided to fawn on the most bellicose Yanks, like Miss Jean Brodie on Mussolini and his Fascisti, while dismissing dissenters with a lofty wave of their hands. They have a lot to answer for, but so far, nobody who mongered for war has been fired or even been called on the carpet for their facile defences of the indefensible. I can only conclude that the rich bastards who own our media, and who paid those jokers’ salaries, profited from that war as much as any of the weapons dealers and oil companies. They certainly were NOT the voices of reason or morality, no matter how hard they tried to posture as such.

I never went along with their narrative. I refused to buy into the “clash of civilizations” bullshit, or the “you’re either with us or you’re with the terrorists” bullshit, or the “we will be greeted as liberators” bullshit. I rejected the notions of both terrorist “jihad” and corporatist “McWorld”. One doesn’t enlighten the world by being embedded with the perpetrators of Collateral Murder and selling them as the Good Guys. And one cannot claim to be enlightened oneself if one permits the blinders to be clapped onto oneself by those who materially profit from war-mongering.

Our right-wing media garbage peddlers have only prospered since then, and that’s fucking disheartening. There ought to be consequences for those who supported Dubya Bush’s war crimes, and so far there have been none. Nobody’s been fired or even censured. Nobody’s apologized or admitted they were wrong. Everything got glossed over after the Bushes were gently broomed out of the White House by the Obamas. Even Ellen DeGeneres, the so-called “Queen of Nice”, proved her own class loyalties by cheerfully sitting next to Dubya at a baseball game, instead of ostracizing him like the war criminal he is. Money talked, and many a crook walked. Hell, Donald Rumsfeld even went to his grave this year merely retired, and utterly unpunished. He got more praise than criticism from the moron media, even in death. Sic semper tyrannis!

And of course, no one among the talking heads observed the extreme irony of a “war on terror” that perpetuated terrorism and multiplied it thousandsfold; likewise, none of those vociferous defenders of Freeze Peach could even see how antithetical it was to their so-called democratic western values to put antiwar protesters in the States in literal people-pens on the sidelines while the pro-war parade rolled on. I guess it’s easy to be so blinkered when you’re so well paid to write drivel that isn’t fit to line a birdcage with!

Well, no matter. Some of us still protested for peace. Here, in my otherwise conservative and downright drowsy hometown here in Southern Ontario, even the police supported our right to do so, cordoning off the streets so our peace march could proceed without fear of some deranged wingnut driving into us. What a contrast to the “Free Speech Zones” in the States! And also, what a contrast to now, when some truly fascist governors in the States have actually flirted with legalizing vehicular homicide against any protester who dissents against them!

I remember what a cold winter’s day that was, when we marched against the impending war in Iraq; it was -18ºC, with a windchill in the minus-twenties. I bundled up, double-dosed myself with some heavy-duty medication for the bad head cold I was fighting, grabbed my Betsy Ross peace flag, and went.

Our march was small, but well received. The only local people who opposed us, at least that I could see, were three goofy-looking teenage boys carrying pro-war placards and heckling from the sidelines; a woman from our march went over and confronted them. I don’t know what she said, but clearly it had a healthy effect; the would-be trolls left in tears. Unimpeded, we marched from the town hall to the county courthouse, getting lots of supportive horn-honking, smiles, and waves from passing cars. I was photographed with my flag, and asked why I was carrying it. “It’s in solidarity with our friends in the States who don’t want this war either,” was what I said. It was also in solidarity with the ordinary people of Afghanistan and Iraq, who had done nothing to deserve the shitstorm that was falling on them, or just about to.

It was one of the proudest days of my life, even if it was one of the loneliest at the time. You haven’t felt truly proud, or scared, until you’ve held an unpopular opinion that’s actually justified. And when you don’t let terrorism blind you to the ugly truths of imperialism, vulture capitalism, and blowback. And when you don’t go along with the prevailing racism, religious bigotry, or the unspeakable F-word…FASCISM. Because that’s what we were up against that day, those few hundred people in a town of thousands, who dared to speak out.

Flash forward from 2003 to now, and I feel more than ever that I was right to go to that march, even sick with a bad head cold. Even opposed by feckless idiots of the chattering classes, who wouldn’t have been out of place if they’d stood with those three dumb little high-school boys on the street corner. Even on a day when both the political climate and the literal weather were chilly towards the likes of me, and the viewpoint I went to express.

Time has proven us peaceniks right: the war in Iraq was pointless, and the fake good guys lost. The war in Afghanistan, which has only just now been called off, was also pointless, and the fake good guys lost ignominiously. It was a whole lot of bloodletting for nothing, and those of us who knew all along that it would be, are now vindicated. And Michael Moore, who was initially ostracized for criticizing it in his documentary, is now a cultural hero. That’s pretty sweet.

It would be so much sweeter if there had been a bringing to justice, instead of yet another crank-up of the old war machine. And if there weren’t millions dead for nothing, and if their murderers weren’t still at large, and if their enablers had only faced some consequences for their lack of credibility.

We’re still waiting. And we will still be protesting.

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Quotable: Martin Luther on surviving the bubonic plague in the 1500s

Even half a millennium ago, some Christians understood how NOT to be a plague rat.

Are you listening today, evangelicals?

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Music for a Sunday: More fodder for a new lost generation

They gave us TV dinners, now it’s TV rock ‘n’ roll.

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The assassination of Haiti’s “president”, explained

Sam and Emma interview Brian Concannon, an expert with over 20 years’ experience in Haiti, and what he says is highly interesting:

And if you wonder why I put “president” in quotes, there’s a reason for that. Namely, the salient facts that (a) Jovenel Moïse was NOT democratically elected, he was installed; and (b) his installation was in line with the interests of our usual suspect in all things hemispheric mayhem, namely the good ol’ US of Amnesia. Which was, as the good folks above point out, hostile to Haiti from the moment its slave population overthrew their masters in the early 1800s, and attempted to create a democracy by and for the people, not the money, on Haitian soil. Haiti has been economically and politically punished ever since. Can’t have the tyranny of a good example, can we?

And of course, their abuse of Haiti is the blueprint for their abuse of so many Latin American and Caribbean countries. Particularly Venezuela, Bolivia and Cuba. Cuba, particularly, suffers from the “tyranny of a good example” syndrome afflicting Washington, since the brothers Castro and their guerrillas of the July 26 movement overthrew a dictator who was, like Moïse, Washington’s lackey in the land. It’s been under a blockade since the early 1960s, once it became clear that Fidel Castro intended to be his own man, and run Cuba for the Cubans, and not for foreign sugar, tobacco, and rum interests that happened to be squatting on Cuban soil — along with Mafia-run nightclubs and bordellos.

And anyone who had positive dealings with Castro’s Cuba would suffer the same consequences. Venezuela has been in the crosshairs ever since Hugo Chávez (sadly missed!) struck up a friendship with Fidel, and a political alliance between their two countries. Chavecito was no puppet of any “dictator”, however; he was operating under the inspiration of his own local liberators: Simón Bolívar, Ezequiel Zamora, and Simón Rodríguez, particularly. Bolívar, for his part, took inspiration from Haiti’s slave revolt when, a few years after it, he succeeded in helping five entire countries throw off the Spanish colonial yoke.

The fact that Moïse, Washington’s man in Haiti, supported that nobody, Juan Guaidó, whom nobody in Venezuela elected to the presidency, just says it all. It wasn’t the final nail in his coffin, but it was definitely a nail nonetheless.

So you can see how this whole thing forms a circle: Haiti is the original model for so many Latin American freedom fights, and also the template for all the many times Washington has tried to crush them, with varying degrees of success. This time, the failure was an epic one. But don’t expect capitalism’s lackeys — including those currently in the White House — to be quick to get that message.

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Couple who worked in a residential school denounce horrors they witnessed

From CBC’s YouTube channel:

Nancy Dyson and Dan Rubenstein worked at St. Michael’s Indian Residential School on Vancouver Island in 1970 as child-care workers. They say after speaking out about neglect and abuse at the school to federal authorities they were fired the next day.

The couple also wrote a book about their experiences.

The most horrifying part, for me, is how Nancy relates that “many of the children we worked with were dead at a young age.” Beyond the so-called schools’ stated purpose of “killing the Indian in the child”, this seems to be very much a case of “killing the Indian AS a child”.

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Music for a Sunday: Here, have my earworm.

It all started out so simple. First, there was a cat from Turkey, an Exotic Shorthair named Leo, who jealously guarded his spoonful of milk, growling while he drank up. Then there was this guy, who set Leo to music, like so:

But that was getting too simple, so a whole bunch of people from all over the world joined in:

And now, it’s a num-num-numboree. And it’s catchier than COVID.

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Crappy, CRAPPY Canada Day.

Yes, I know. This is a bit belated. But better now than never, eh?

So. I don’t know about you, but I didn’t celebrate this year. Partly because of COVID, partly the shitty weather in my neck of the boonies. But mostly because I have a hard time celebrating the anniversary of a vast fucking lie, and the lying liars who laid it.

Now, I’ve known for years that Sir John A. Macdonald wasn’t exactly a noble man, despite his “Sir” (conferred by no less a sovereign than Queen Victoria herself). I’ve known since high school that he was a binge-drinking alcoholic, and since middle school that he had a lousy track record when it came to dealings with indigenous peoples in this land. Nobody who’s learned even a little about how he responded to the Riel Rebellion and the plight of the Métis and Plains peoples could deny that the old boy was quite the racist.

But Jesus, Mary, and sweet saintly Joseph, it’s taken this long for Canada, as a whole-ass country, to learn just how bad of a racist he was…and how determined he was to model this country after his own racist notions. (For a small but representative sampling, see photo above.)

True, he wasn’t as blatantly genocidal as Adolf Hitler (another of my old historic bugaboos, and one that’s at least as personal to me, given that I’m German). He didn’t quite say that the “savages” should all be wiped out, like the Jews and the Russians, so that people of his whey-faced ilk could just grab up all the land, as the Nazis tried to do in the failed Operation Barbarossa, without opposition. No, no, nothing as unabashed as that. Sir John, you see, was a gentleman. He came to civilize them. (He also came to give my snarky italics and there-for-a-reason scare-quotes quite the workout here today, as you shall see.)

Now, I had no idea what residential schools even were until late in 1989, when I was at university and CBC debuted a movie called Where the Spirit Lives. That film baffled, horrified, shamed, and enraged me; I suspect it did the same for a lot of others who happened to see it, and there is no doubt that it was meant to. It wasn’t a documentary, but it was based on things that really happened to a lot of indigenous kids: Agents came to their remote villages, pried them from home and family under false pretexts, then brought them over hundreds of miles to these miserable, rotten places where they were supposed to learn English (and/or French), be Christianized, and thus be assimilated into white man’s world.

But education, it turns out, was less a priority in these “schools” than were abuse, neglect, starvation, disease, and death. The specific purpose of these institutions was not to simply help young indigenous people to get on better with those of a foreign culture, but to “kill the Indian in the child” — an inhumane idea that was not born here, but imported from the United states. Speaking their native languages wasn’t allowed, neither was practicing their native cultures; anyone who attempted to do so would be severely punished. Untold numbers of them died of precisely this sort of abuse. And whatever sympathetic teachers they may have had were often fighting an uphill battle against the abusers and the sadists who ran the places.

Hundreds of children tried to flee and get back to their families; unlike the heroine of the film, Ashtoh-komi (whose name was anglicized to Amelia), they never made it. Most were captured and returned to the “schools”; those who weren’t, often perished along the way. One of them, Chanie Wenjack, tried to flee from the infamous Cecilia Jeffrey Indian Residential School in Kenora, Ontario, in 1966. That was a year before I was born, and the town was far to the west of where I lived for the first ten years of my life in Northern Ontario. The day Chanie ran away, so did nine other kids. They were all caught within 24 hours; he was the only one to escape.

A week after Chanie fled, his body was found alongside the Canadian National railroad track near Farlane, Ontario, by a freight engineer named Elwood McIvor. It was October 23. Chanie had died during the night of starvation and exposure; in the pocket of his light cotton windbreaker was nothing but a little glass jar with a few wooden matches in it. Clearly he had tried to prepare himself to survive on the run, in the bush, with a means to make fire to stay warm and maybe cook some food he might scrounge along the way.

I’m no survivalist, but I know from my own early experience just how bitterly cold it is in the Ontario northlands in late October; lingering, ankle-deep snow on the ground would not be unusual for that time of year. With so little equipment and such inadequate clothing on him, Chanie was pitifully underprepared for a 600-kilometre journey. His body was covered in bruises from numerous falls he’d sustained as he walked, weak from cold and hunger, along the CN tracks before collapsing for the last time, losing consciousness, and dying in a rock cut.

Chanie Wenjack was 12 years old.

What does it take to make a 12-year-old kid desperate to flee, so desperate that he’d face even death by hunger and cold rather than return to school?

Well, a Maclean’s magazine article from 1967 provides some insights, if you’d care to read it. So does Tanya Talaga’s book, Seven Fallen Feathers, which is absolutely indispensable reading on this issue. Ian Adams, the Maclean’s writer, theorized that Chanie’s reason for running was “loneliness”; he was homesick after three years away from his family. But decades later, after it had finally become socially acceptable to talk openly about such things, Chanie’s sister, Pearl, revealed a much more pressing (and depressing) reason to Tanya Talaga:

Close to half a century after Chanie’s death, Pearl received a phone call from one of his best friends. He and Chanie were virtually inseparable when they were young boys. It had been fifty years since Pearl had last spoken to him. He had not recovered from his days in residential school. His life was a toxic mix of addictions and pain.

He reached out to Pearl, asking to meet because there was something he desperately had to tell her.

Pearl made her way down to Thunder Bay and met the man at his home. He told her that at Cecilia Jeffrey, he was sexually abused. The abuse was non-stop and vicious. And he said that Chanie was abused as well.

Their abuser wasn’t the principal or a teacher, but it was the same person. He was unable to tell her when the abuse had started, just that it happened and that his life was ruined because of it.

(Seven Fallen Feathers, pages 87-8.)

And this was just one so-called school which, according to contemporary accounts, was isolated in its own right, and really more like a prison than a place of education. These same acts, and others like them, were repeated way beyond ad nauseam at not only Cecilia Jeffrey, but dozens of others.

By the way, Cecilia Jeffrey has some literal skeletons in its closet — or rather, in its yard. Yup, there are dead children under the grounds there, too. How many? At least 37, according to one local newspaper account. And the causes of their deaths are just as horrifying as those of Chanie Wenjack:

“When funding was cut during the depression of the 1930s, it was the students who paid the price – in more ways than one,” states the report, noting the federal government’s funding contributions to the school fluctuated each year. During the second world war, a child was being fed on 40 cents per day.

[…]

St. Mary’s Indian Residential School was run by the Roman Catholic Church near the Devil’s Gap Marina. The National Centre for Truth and Reconciliation says at least 36 students passed away while attending the school, which was operated by the Roman Catholic Church until 1972.

Two 12-year-olds were found deceased after running away from St. Mary’s in 1970. They were Phillip ‘Bean’ Swain and Roderick Taypaywaykejick. The two had planned to walk home to Grassy Narrows First Nation.

Both schools are said to have performed nutritional experiments with illegal flour on children in their care between 1942 and 1952. Cecilia Jeffrey students are said to have undergone experimental ear issue treatments in 1954. The Presbyterian Church issued an apology to former students over the experiments in 2013.

A little late, but hey. At least they apologized.

That’s more than can be said for the largest and most powerful Christian denomination in Canada, namely the Roman Catholic Church. Several popes have come and gone since the church began abusing indigenous kids at its “schools”, but none have really owned up to what happened there, much less dealt satisfactorily with it. And the current one has yet to show his face in this country and personally address this rather pressing matter. It’s little wonder that some impatient souls have decided to take matters in their own hands, leaving their mark on church doors, like this…

…or even burning entire church buildings in various parts of the country. Including inland British Columbia, where there’s currently a record-breaking heatwave eating whole towns alive. Kind of an ugly move, potentially destructive to important records, and one that I’d never make myself, but I can understand why someone would want to. Especially since the church has dragged its heels endlessly on not only compensating its victims, but even acknowledging that it has done them wrong at all. So much so that its adherents would rather fund-raise for new church buildings than compensate those who suffered a less-than-edifying treatment in the clutches of priests, nuns, teachers, and God only knows who all else.

And worse still, all this unwelcome attention is now being decried as “persecution!” Take (please!) this fucking archbishop, for example:

A recent homily by the head of Canadian Catholic bishops is sparking anger, after he implied that the church is being persecuted amid widespread attention to gravesite discoveries at residential schools.

On Sunday, three days after an announcement that a preliminary search with ground-penetrating radar had found 751 unmarked graves at the site of a former Catholic-run residential school in Saskatchewan, Archbishop Richard Gagnon delivered a homily in Brandon, Man. He said in his address that residential schools are “a big thing right now in Canada and I know that we Catholics, we’re troubled, we’re hurt by this a lot in our hearts.”

Archbishop Gagnon is the president of the Canadian Conference of Catholic Bishops, and the archbishop of Winnipeg. He said that in his role he is getting “bombarded a lot,” and that in dealing with the media, he’s noticing “a lot of blame, a lot of accusations, a lot of exaggerations, a lot of false ideas.”

“And so I say in my heart,” he said. “You know something? There’s a persecution happening here. There’s a persecution happening here.”

Yeah, you’re damn tootin’ there’s a persecution happening, but it’s not you that’s being persecuted, Your Reverence (or however one is supposed to address a churchman of your degree and calibre). It’s not you, and it’s not your church, that’s the victim of persecution and exaggerations and false ideas. It’s people who suffered this treatment, at the hands of your church, when they were very young:

I’m Irene Favel. I’m seventy-five. I went to residential school in Muscowequan from 1944 to 1949, and I had a rough life. I was mistreated in every way. There was a young girl, and she was pregnant from a priest there. And what they did, she had her baby, and they took the baby, and wrapped it up in a nice pink outfit, and they took it downstairs where I was cooking dinner with the nun. And they took the baby into the furnace room, and they threw that little baby in there and burned it alive. All you could hear was this little cry, like “Uuh!”, and that was it. You could smell that flesh cooking.

Let’s tally up the forms of persecution that were mentioned in this one brief paragraph, shall we? There’s rape, there’s forced pregnancy, there’s forced childbirth, there’s infanticide, there’s the indignity done to a baby being murdered, in a manner not unlike what the Jews had suffered at Auschwitz around that same time…and then there’s the trauma suffered by Irene, who had to watch and hear and even smell all this happening. She says she was mistreated in every way, and I believe her; she was even mistreated by being forced to witness not only her schoolmate being sexually abused, but her schoolmate’s rape-baby being abused to death — disposed of, while just barely living and breathing, in a furnace like it was just some garbage. (Or a concentration-camp victim.)

This is what institutionalized racism looks like, here in Canada. This is what institutional sexism looks like, too. This is what actual religious persecution looks like.

And it was all done in the name of a church that opposes birth control as well as abortion, and does so in the name of being pro-life. It was also done in the name of the state, and in the name of a so-called civilization run by white men who fancied themselves as physically, morally and intellectually superior to those “heathen savages” they abused in the most actually fucking savage way possible.

You’ll have to pardon me if I don’t see how the church’s local princelings can claim, with a straight face, that they and their brethren-in-hypocrisy are now being “persecuted”, in comparison to what they’ve done to indigenous children over the course of more than a century. Or how the torching of a few churches belonging to the largest, richest and most powerful denomination of the dominant religion of this land somehow rises to the level of a “hate crime”, as some have taken to calling it.

And you’ll also have to forgive me if I really don’t feel like celebrating the glorious history of this country this year. Or, hell, any year — until we finally give our first peoples the respect and dignity and above all, the compensation they deserve, and in so doing, make some history that’s actually worth celebrating.

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Down goes Rummy!

Yes, that’s right, ladies, gents, and enbies of all ages. Donald Fucking Rumsfeld has finally commenced his Big Sleep in the Forever Box. And how better to commemorate the occasion than Mike Malloy’s fantasmagorical shredding of the old warmonger and his general whackjobbery?

Hard to believe that all happened nearly 20 years ago.

And speaking of memorable fantasmagoria and general whackjobbery, who can forget Rummy’s foray into poetry?

As we know,
There are known knowns.
There are things we know we know.
We also know
There are known unknowns.
That is to say
We know there are some things
We do not know.
But there are also unknown unknowns,
The ones we don’t know
We don’t know.

Downright philosophical, that is. That’s what Mike was alluding to in the audio clip above. I guess Rummy’s about to find out a few unknown unknowns now, including what it’s like to go down as one of the most reviled figures of modern history:

Iyad el-Baghdadi, president of the Kawaakibi Foundation, a research and activist group focused on liberty in the Arab world, said “Donald Rumsfeld was a war criminal who presided over illegal wars that involved wholesale massacres of civilians, systemic torture and plunder, and massive corruption”.

“The country he helped break has still not recovered. This is his legacy. May he burn in hell for all eternity.”

Rumsfeld oversaw the US invasion of Afghanistan in 2001 and the 2003 overthrow of Saddam Hussein in Iraq, but failed to maintain law and order in the aftermath, and Iraq descended into chaos with a bloody rebellion and violence between Sunni and Shia Muslims. US troops remained in Iraq until 2011, long after he left his post.

[…]

Rumsfeld played a leading role before the war in Iraq, in making the case to the world for the March 2003 invasion. He warned of the dangers of Iraqi weapons of mass destruction but no such weapons were ever discovered.

Critics faulted Rumsfeld for dismissing the pre-invasion assessment of the US Army’s top general, Eric Shinseki, that several hundred thousand allied troops would be needed to stabilise Iraq.

Rumsfeld also was accused of being slow to recognise the emergence of the rebellion in 2003 and the threat it posed.

In a 2011 interview with Al Jazeera, Rumsfeld was asked about whether the initial size of the Iraq invasion force and the Bush administration policies regarding the war were “responsible for the killing of innocent Iraqis”.

“You keep making assertions which are fundamentally false,” a combative Rumsfeld responded. “No one in the Pentagon said they (number of troops) were not enough.”

So you can see why I’m not exactly sad to hear that he’s finally gone.

I bet Iraq and Afghanistan aren’t, either.

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