Thursday, April 29, 2004

While searching for non-commercial applications of software and web technology, I stumbled across an interesting paper on the use of some of this by sexual predators. The author, Professor Hughes , from Rhode Island, has a very informative portal. Donna M. Hughes does research and writing on trafficking, sexual exploitation, violence against women, women's organized resistance to violence, and religious fundamentalism and women's rights. She also works on issues related to women, science and technology.

An interesting example of sexploitation and the InterNet I discovered on a site which advertised girls from a couple of towns over, just a little town on a crossroads in the middle of forest, swamp, and farmland. It had a link to a university town within twenty minutes away. But it's been noted by health officials in another neighboring county that the incidence of venereal disease is quite high in this area.

Also, we've had a noticeable increase in trafficking, arrests, and other incidents which involve crack, crystal meth, and other drugs. Recently, in the university town, there was a drug bust of impressive proportions.

Every night, almost, I can detect strange cars going by our house toward an area which is suspected of drug activity. I see the evidence of it on the ground. For an economy so poor, there are too many fancy vehicles and cell phones. Oh, I didn't mean the legitimate economy. Most economists don't study the underground economy, do they?

Now playing backgammon courtesy of a software Z gives away with its bundles. It's available through, but you have to have a certain password, which I have, if I can remember it. But I really wasn't impressed with all the waiting and social hoops you have to jump through just to play. Really, it's similar to the chat rooms, where you have to earn your way or be lucky to be accepted into some clique.

I spend enough time on the Web as it is, without adding to it with games and socializing. I have my family, my jobs, and my love of rivers and swamps, country roads, forests and mountains. And I'm not anywhere near to getting some Iridium phone or wireless InterNet access, although I do have a Palm VII. This part of the country doesn't have coverage for the wireless InterNet. I just checked with X to see if we could get its new DSL offer.

Notice, I don't put in endorsements. I'm not ruling out paid ones, but I think you can't do that with the Blogger free account, maybe not even with the Blogger paid one. I may soon start socking away some dough for my own web-site.

I've washed my hair, showered, dressed. The plaintive cries of my daughter interrupted this process of getting ready to leave the house and go to work at the "Teachers' Building," as my daughter calles the Multipurpose Building. Her young brother had unintentionally pushed a loose screen which was leaning on the house' northern wall, against her as she squatted in the sandy soil, in a shady area by the carport where she likes to play.

The New York Times' writer, THOM SHANKER, wrote for today an article which introduces a seven-page "Special Analysis" was written under Defense Intelligence Agency guidance by the Joint Intelligence Task Force, which includes officers and analysts from across the civilian and military espionage community. It is not known whether it represents a fully formed consensus or whether there might be dissenting assessments.

Officials who have read the study said it concludes that in Falluja, which is currently encircled by the Marines, an estimated 1,500 to 2,000 hard-core insurgents, including members of the Iraqi Special Republican Guard who melted away under the American-led offensive, are receiving tactical guidance and inspiration from these former intelligence operatives. "We know the M-14 is operating in Falluja and Ramadi," said one senior administration official, speaking about another rebellious Sunni Muslim city nearby.
Now I've got my shoes, laces tied, and I'm pretty much set to go--my classes' briefcase is by the door. I've listened to the Writers' Almanac and am finishing this paragraph to leave. Who is playing this sweet violin music? Oh, anyway, I have to go.

Today is my birthday. I've lived 43 years on this blue, brown, green and white marble. I'm not feeling jolly, due to my worry over completing some paperwork and documentation for two of my jobs, the impending physical I have within a few days, and the recent death of one of my favorite writers, Hubert Selby, Jr. He died at his home in Los Angeles, at the age of 75, of chronic pulmonary disease. He's the author of Last Exit from Brooklyn.

Got to go get some other documents to my senior colleague, a teacher of A.B.E. at the technical college for which we both teach. My wife's invited me to lunch for my birthday.

And got to renew the tags on our old Nissan, which still manages, thanks to Mr. Hernandez, the master mechanic of Sand Hills, a largely Hispanic community just over the county line, seaward.

Tuesday, April 27, 2004

Sunny mid-morning, here on our little asphalt road which connects an elegant avenue with a busy highway and commercial route which lies straight pretty much north-south, threading our small town like another pearl, to join with the I-95 seaward, and the South Carolina state line and Savannah River north and inland.

Wilma found my Introduction to Islam, with its reference to Hitti's History of the Arabs, from which we begin to trace the allegation that Arab has over one thousand words for camel. I'll have to get that book. Has any of our readers read Hitti's book, or any authority which can substantiate that statement?

I've sent an electronic message to one of the linguists with whom I've made acquaintance in the last few years. Am waiting for a response.

Monday, April 26, 2004

Blah! Inwardly, I cringe at the light of day, as if I were a vampire. I must get out, get organized, get "it" together. This morning, I'll put together a cover letter and try to drop it off at the Board of Education at Long County. I've sent a couple of letters and several phone calls to get on at the high school, to no avail, yet.

Yesterday evening was very pleasant. My daughter and I took the kayak and gear to the Ogeechee, got to Jenk's Bridge and the Dasher Landing where we swam and did some water travel. She got to sit in the craft by herself, holding the paddle, to get a first lesson on the vessel and use of the paddles herself. I went along with my float vest, a length of engineer tape attaching the kayak to me.

Incidentally, Jenk's Bridge figures in the history of Sherman's Army campaign in Georgia. I don't recall more than his sending forces in two columns or spearheads, with two corps on the left, proceeding from Atlanta toward Milledgeville, travelling over Jenk's toward Savannah, destroying the railroad, and two corps on the right.

Saturday, April 24, 2004

Bremer gives Falluja and the al-Sadr Shi'ites the ultimatum:

' "If you do not defend your beloved country, it will not be saved," he said.

Mr. Bremer's 20-minute speech marked his first substantial comments to Iraqis since the worst violence of the yearlong occupation erupted late last month, with the deaths of some 100 American troops, attacks on supply convoys, kidnappings and killings of foreigners and the announced withdrawal of 2,000 troops from three allied countries.'

Why do I quote this? Why do I read it, why do I care? I was there, my friends, I was there.

Thursday, April 22, 2004

I've been dilatory, and feel none the better for it. Oh, but I've rested. That's the bright side. And even I've enjoyed time with my children, talking with them, letting them climb up on my lap, hugging them, sharing meals. But I've got to get my unemployment certified, do some long postponed filing for my ESL, contact a neighboring county's school board employee, a P.O.C. who may be able to help me apply for a full-time teaching post--high school Spanish.

Plus I've got a meeting 15 miles W-NW, at the county seat, for ESL. My ESL and Civics classes tonight, and tomorrow night, my dispatcher job.

Speaking of ESL, last night I was perusing short biographies, written by the chaplain for the Carl Vinson V.A. Hospital, former Marine sergeant and Korea War vet, Jack E. Brown, Ed. D. One was about Frank Laubach(1884-1970), who pioneered the "Each one teach one" concept. See what Yale has done with the idea.

Elections for the boards of Consumers' Union and Alaska Federal Credit Union are up. Just voted for Amnesty IUSA candidates. It's fun participating, even if in this small way. And each vote does count. This is real democracy, effected voluntarily, not by force applied from elsewhere.

Tuesday, April 20, 2004

It's 15:23, a hot spring Tuesday afternoon in southeastern Georgia. I'm playing a losing game of backgammon, inside my house, in the front room, listening to a jockey being interviewed on Fresh Air, which is usually hosted by Terry Gross, at WHYY in Philadelphia.

There! I bounced him, again. We're hitting each others stones. This guy or gal's a German, by the captions and chat window underneath the board on the screen. He bounced me again, and I'm on the bar. Not good.

Shane Sellers is the thouroughbred jockey, who will be riding some Edge at some upcoming race. He's also written a book on being a horse jockey. Right now, I'll just leave you with that, no links, you do the research, if it's interesting to you. Or just that bored. ;)

I couldn't believe it! I caught up and was ahead by pips. He doubled. I accepted. Then he got a double roll, and now I've lost by twice the stakes.

Am going again to train, not paid, at the city. This is a right to work state. No overtime. No benefits. No health insurance. Just a wage under that which some agricultural workers get in Illinois.

Am listening to Gabriel Weiman, some scholar and the author of on Talk of the Nation. Some Israeli guy. He's talking about terrorists using the Internet. Hmmmmm.... listening.

Last night, reading Beowulf, I got as far as the Swedes avenging the death of Ongentheow, at Ravenswood. Who had slaughtered one of the Geats.... I got to go. Write for ya later.

Monday, April 19, 2004

Got to drive to Dublin today. Not Dublin, Ireland, but Dublin, Georgia. It's a lovely drive, especially now, what with various trees and plants budding or in bloom.

Going to try to deliver some papers to one of my offices on the way back, and pick up a check, deposit it and some others. Getting "it" together, one step at a time. :)

Started to read Ken Kesey's One flew over the cuckoo's nest, later made into a film by Milos Forman. My wife was kind enough to bring home the paperback, tatteredand faded but readable, one fine Saturday morning from a porch sale. Try to get the book from your public library, or buy it at a local bookstore if you can afford it. Preferably an independent book dealer.

How many of you have read the Iliad? Am reading from two or three translations of it, including Butler's. Which translation do you prefer?

Thursday, April 15, 2004

From Writer's Almanac: "It's the birthday of one of the most prolific mathematicians of all time, Leonhard Euler, born in Basel, Switzerland (1707). He published more than eight hundred papers and books, and his collected works take up nearly seventy volumes. He's best known for developing the methods of calculus on a wide scale, but he also made important contributions in geometry, algebra and physics. He had amazing powers of memory and concentration. He could recite Virgil's epic poem the Aeneid word for word; he had thirteen children and often did his work while they played in the same room; and he could perform calculations of incredible complexity in his head. When he lost the use of his right eye, he said, 'Now I will have less distraction.' "

It was on this day in 1755 that Samuel Johnson published the first edition of his Dictionary of the English Language. Johnson had been forced to abandon his studies at Oxford when his father's business went bankrupt. "He applied for the masters program at the University of Dublin, but he didn't get in, and so, to make some money, he was forced to take on the painstaking job of writing a dictionary. It took him almost ten years to finish, but when it came out everyone agreed that it was the best English dictionary that had ever been published," writes Garrison Keillor in Writers' Almanac.

The New Georgia Encyclopedia has been published and given some mention by Georgia Public Radio. I found some interesting articles, but nothing on my latest "find" in history, Eugene Talmadge. However, there is a good bio on one of Gene Talmadge's role models, Tom Watson(1856 -1922):

Issues at the forefront of the Farmers' Alliance platform included the reclamation of large tracts of land granted to corporations, the abolition of national banks, an opposition to paper money, an end to speculation on farm commodities, and a decrease in taxes levied on low-income citizens. On this platform he campaigned and won a seat in the U.S. House of Representatives, representing Georgia's Tenth District, in 1890. In Congress he pushed for legislation to enact various Alliance goals, but he was successful only in instituting an experimental program of bringing free delivery of mail to rural areas.

The Farmers' Alliance itself was not well received by proponents of the New South. Atlanta Constitution managing editor Henry W. Grady and Georgia governor Alfred Colquitt opposed much of its platform. Watson presented the platform in terms of an idyllic pastoral country life contrasted with the evils of industrialization and urbanization. As these differences were publicized and his frustration with the indifference of Congress toward his legislative initiatives grew, Watson increasingly distanced himself from the mainstream of the Democratic Party.

There's much more to this man's life, even just how he changed so radically from a Populist statesman who defended the Negro's enfranchisement and property rights, to a demagogue who advocated white supremacy and anti-Semitism. Definitely worth the read, for this insight into a Georgia biography and history.

Wednesday, April 14, 2004

This comment from ValascaX at's forum:

"Trust me, I know from having grown up around there that this is the parents' idea, and not just the white parents. It's not what they consider to be racism because it's alright to go to school and work with people of other races, you just don't socialize with and certainly don't date other races. The three proms are the extreme manifestation of this viewpoint. Trying to tell them this is racist behavior doesn't do much good.
The Civil War has little or nothing to do with this mind set. It comes more from day-to-day interactions with people put into positions that stir racial divides through things like Affirmative Action, the school free lunch program and the consequences of integration that started in high school instead of kindergarten.
I say this because I am still trying to unlearn that very mentality. A person, any person, can only watch their classmates drive brand new cars and constantly get new clothes while receiving free lunches so long before questions form which turn to resentment. Take that resentment to college where the minority student is getting tuition paid although her parents make more than yours and don't have two other kids to support, and the resentment grows.
Now just imagine if I were a parent who moved back to my little hometown and encountered a fellow employee who got their position through Affirmative Action, and you have Toombs County. (not where I grew up, by-the-way)
Is it right? No.
Is it understandable? To a point.
Should it continue? Absolutely not, but the solution is a lot more complicated than re-integrating the prom."

I agree with the above, except that I think that the resentment over having lost the Civil War does play a small part in the discriminations, in the sense that "We're going to be who we are, not what you want to make of us," and some sense of vengeance and "The South shall rise again" ethos.

Not in my best form, today. Went to bed early, tired and depressed. Worried that attendance is down at my ESL class. Mad at myself for not keeping up with my Arabic and Irish. Feeling guilty that I don't play enough with, don't read enough to my children.

Have been mulling over the news that the neighbouring county has three separate proms, one for "Whites," one for "Blacks," and one for "Hispanics." I use quotation marks as a sign of my disgust with the inadequacy of these labels. A student tried to buy tickets to the White prom, but was refused with the remark that Hispanics were not allowed to attend the White prom. And our tax dollars go to this school?

Monday, April 12, 2004

Funny, I thought of George W. speaking to the American people when I read this.

"My friends," said he, "I have had a dream from heaven in the dead
of night, and its face and figure resembled none but Nestor's. It
hovered over my head and said, 'You are sleeping, son of Atreus; one
who has the welfare of his host and so much other care upon his
shoulders should dock his sleep. Hear me at once, for I am a messenger
from Jove, who, though he be not near, yet takes thought for you and
pities you. He bids you get the Achaeans instantly under arms, for you
shall take Troy.
There are no longer divided counsels among the
gods; Juno has brought them over to her own mind, and woe betides
the Trojans at the hands of Jove. Remember this.' The dream then
vanished and I awoke. Let us now, therefore, arm the sons of the
Achaeans. But it will be well that I should first sound them, and to
this end I will tell them to fly with their ships
; but do you others
go about among the host and prevent their doing so."

If I didn't find the book, at least I found an electronic version of the Iliad on the web.

They swarmed like bees that sally from
some hollow cave and flit in countless throng among the spring
flowers, bunched in knots and clusters; even so did the mighty
multitude pour from ships and tents to the assembly, and range
themselves upon the wide-watered shore, while among them ran
Wildfire Rumour
, messenger of Jove, urging them ever to the fore.

I'm drinking Red Stripe, playing backgammon, and listening to Marketplace.

Where is that copy of the Iliad I was reading? Oh well, I'll look for it when I wake up. Am turning in early today.

One last thing, before I go. Saw two grey geese with three goslings crossing a highway. The traffic, some of which came from the military base nearby, slowed to a halt to let the family waddle across.

Almost noon, I was fretting about accomplishing things. However, I got my resume' in to the Governor's web-site. Ya nebber know what'll turn up. Gotta have faith.

The unemployment is cut off because I earned too much on my two day security guard work in Savannah. And because I need to call them and have a certificate or memo faxed to them for the four hour workshop I attended in Atlanta, on English as a Second Language teaching.

Other good news is, I got hired and am training to work as dispatcher for the county.

Now my daughter is hollering that she wants to go for a walk, when she passed up a chance to go with her mother earlier. Meanwhile, lovely pianoforte music resounds from the Bose' in the corner opposite where she's screaming her tantrum in my left ear. My wife asks,"Is that Beethoven's Pathe'tique?"

Sunday, April 11, 2004

I hope that all of you enjoyed today in some way, whether celebrating your favorite prophet, Christ's Resurrection and the salvation of all who accept Him, celebrating the mystery of life though the rituals of the Easter Egg Hunt, just going fishing, or whatever you happen to be doing. Even if it's fighting the enemy in Fallujah, Baghdad, or any troubled place in the world.

With the sun having set, I got down to the business of cleaning and polishing my boots. I should do this more frequently, more as a routine, with devotion. Good boots are a blessing for your feet.

Eventually, I got down to reading the bulletin sent to Amnesty members for the election of members of the Board of Directors. Seems there are six petition candidates, running on a reform platform, for the first time in ten years or so. Interesting. Brings to mind the current polemic and heated race for the Sierra Club elections. More on that tomorrow.

What? I haven't yet come through on my promise to write on --what was it, my thoughts on death and living life well, living "in this moment?" Ah, yes. I shall, but not tonight. But let's say today was very enjoyable, spent with my family and friends. All praises due to the Holy One!

Tomorrow's another day. Until then, I bid you all good night, or good day, depending on where you are and what time you're reading this.

Saturday, April 10, 2004

16:57 EST I confess to slacking, or at best, being distracted by events, compulsions, demands on my attention by my children and wife. I sound like an old writer or philosopher, and inventor maybe?

I've been outside, working on the garden across the way. Said garden's been neglected, sorely. I picked up much trash, many toys, and used my machete and Amish mower (no engine, uses mechanical "sweat" energy) to cut grass and vetch plants.

Was just reading up on Nascar and Formula 1 racing. I never knew how organized and global these events are. Are you a NASCAR or Formula 1 fan? Do you prefer other kinds of racing? Even foot race?

Friday, April 09, 2004

I would go into more detail, but for now, just check out Move-on dot org for comprehensive listing of progressive issues and organization to counter some of the evils of current Republican policy. Now, I've got to get some shut-eye.

Tomorrow, my own story of coming to a closer awareness of violent death, and how this awareness affects my appreciation for each living moment, and being with my wife and kids.

Thursday, April 08, 2004

From the


The Environmental Protection Agency's own data shows that the administration’s new mercury rule would allow power plants to emit three times more mercury pollution than the current law for a decade longer. The Los Angeles Times recently reported that the Bush administration’s new rule included verbatim language provided by a firm representing the operators of America's worst polluting power plants. That same firm had formerly employed the key two people appointed by the Bush administration to oversee power plant pollution at EPA.

Said Carl Pope, Executive Director of the Sierra Club, "In the battle against mercury pollution, the Bush administration is throwing the game by letting the polluters write their own rules. We haven’t seen this kind of misbehavior since the 1919 Chicago Black Sox."

If the President and the Republican Party would come closer to a realistic, pro-environmental view on controlling emissions, I would vote for him to be re-elected. Even with Iraq and all this "War on Terrorism" and restriction of Constitutional rights. But with global warming, hell is that much further from ever freezing over.

The routine of my writing has been broken, since this day's started out with an interview at nine. Or really, it started with a two mile run at seven thirty. And it rained a little before dawn and this morning, something that's become uncommon in this new drought. (We had a five to seven year drought until last year's rains).

Fierce fighting continues in Fallujah and other cities in the Sunni Triangle, as well as in an-Najaf and other cities in the south of Iraq. Some in the intelligence field, reports the New York Times, believe that the enemy activity now has spread beyond only terrorists or Sunni guerrillas, in the Triangle, and beyond just Moqtada al-Sadr's al-Mahdi Army where the Shi'a live.

Reports the New York Times,"American troops are confronting resistance by Sunni militants in a volatile region west of Baghdad and by Shiite insurgents in Baghdad and southern Iraq. The two fronts do not appear to be formally linked but seem to be finding and exploiting common ground in their shared opposition to the foreign occupation.

General Sanchez said today that there may be links between the Shiite and Sunni insurgents at low levels of the resistance movements but offered no further analysis."

Wednesday, April 07, 2004

Reports of heavy fighting these last few days in the Sunni Triangle and the Shi'a areas are streaming in from Iraq. I heard at 10:00 of the bringing down of a U.S. helicopter in al-Baquba.

The New York Times, in the latest report, updated at 10:00 today, less than half an hour ago, says that on Sunday, three days ago, Ayatollah Sistani issued a fatwa urging Iraq's Shiites to stay calm.

So far, though, followers of Moktada al-Sadr have been ignoring it. His black-clad militiamen have rolled over Iraqi security forces in a number of cities, including al-Kufa, an-Najaf, an-Nasiriya, al-Basra and Baghdad, and taken over government offices.

The Ukrainian defense ministry reported that its contingent retreated from al-Kut, south of Baghdad, early today under pressure from Shiite militia. "At the request of the Americans, and to preserve the life of our military, the commander of the Ukrainian contingent decided to evacuate the civil administration staff and Ukrainian troops from Kut," the ministry said in a statement, according to Agence France-Presse.

(ГѓВ¦ no, ae...I'll need to find how to make this character.) Oh, hey y'all, good morning! Last night I couldn't sleep, after I woke at 02:00. So I hied to the sofa, where I lay reading from Butler's translation of Homer's Iliad I finished the first book, on which I've been reading and re-reading for several weeks, and then read a few pages of The Wild Man of Sugar Creek, the biography of Eugene Talmadge.

Prokofiev's Lieutenant Kije' has started to play on the National Public Radio, while outside I hear robins and mockingbirds. Now I have to pause to make piece between Annie-Jack who wants to play with her stuffed horses, but not with her brother Altgeld! He is scarcely one and a half years, while she will be four in four days. Now they've moved to the back children's bedroom, where Wilma is reasoning with her to tolerate him in her playing space. She's still telling him."Altgeld! Go away! I don't need you, Altgeld!"

Colin Wright, in Drama Exchange, does a nice "summary file" of the Lieutenant Kije'. I just wish I had the time and proximity to a theatre or ballet troup to be able to attend or participate. Maybe we can find something on a small scale to present on stage at Southeastern. Hmmmm.... If dreams were horses....(you finish this one--how many variations can we make?)

Sunday, April 04, 2004

Members of the Zovko clan said they still did not know whether Jerry Zovko's strapping, six-foot-four frame was among the two bodies that were strung up on a bridge over the Euphrates River. They are wrestling with outrage and grief, juxtaposed with a desire to forgive, based on their Catholic faith.

"We can't hate," Mrs. Zovko said. "Hate is a sin."

But there is rage below the surface.

"Whoever did this were less than animals," said Jure Zovko, 29, Jerry Zovko's cousin. "You read the articles, and you read children were involved. If their parents taught these children to hate like this, you think, 'What does their future hold?' "

Hate is a sin But is it always? Is it really? And what of the saying,"There's a thing line between love and hate?" I may venture to say that it's not the hate that's a sin, it's how you respond to the feelings of hate and rage.

James Dao, of the New York Times wrote in the edition of April 2, 2004, an article titled "Private U.S. Guards Take Big Risks For Right Price" Reporting from MOYOCK, N.C. on the 1st of April --no, sadly, this was no joke--Mr. Dao describes "the 6,000-acre training ground of Blackwater U.S.A.," where a high student enrollent including law enforcement, former military, and civilians train to join "the lucrative but often deadly work of providing security for corporations and governments in the toughest corners of the globe."

The tragedy last week of the four security personnel who were killed and dragged out of their vehicle, mutilated, whose bodies were dragged through the streets of Fallujah, brought into the media spotlight the corporation Blackwater.

Two other NYT writers surnamed Goodnough and Luo wrote a piece that came out in yesterday's New York Times, a human interest story telling of these men's lives and families. I feel as if I should be training harder, to go and serve my country in those savage, exotic lands of Mesopotamia and Babylonia.

Wilma and Annie-Francke brought home, among other literary treats, Touching the Distance: Native American Riddle-Poems edited by Brian Swann, and illustrated by Maria Rendon. For each riddle poem, there is a lovely photo of paint and collage (it would be called multimedia nowadays, wouldn't it?). Here are two that appealed instantly to me:

The first, from the Ten'a of Alaska:

We enter the water singing, and leave singing.

And the second, from the Koyukon:

Listen: someone is singing a lullaby to children in the other world.

I'll leave the answers in the comments section.

Thursday, April 01, 2004

This is another late morning, now it's ten thirty six ante meridian, and I've been working on this post on and off for 36 minutes. Listening to news of new attacks on an American convoy, coming within a day after the attacks on U.S. quasi-military security personnel yesterday in Fallujah. Yes, I changed "civilian" as has been reported in much of the media, to "quasi-military" because of the nature of their work--they were security contracted by Blackwater, as has been reported this morning by NPR. This does not lessen the grief and outrage which I've been feeling. My patience is wearing thin. I have been considering calling for the fire-bombing of Fallujah, Tikrit, Mosul, and maybe a few other places in the Sunni Triangle.

I never would have thought myself expressing this in public. But this is public isn't it? Yet, in the Catholic theology, if you think about committing a sin, you have already committed a sin. Yet, I consider that maybe, if we do not act with overwhelming force to annihilate the enemy, to crush their very spirit, we will continue to receive as we have been, the aggression of these terrorists, these terrorists. I removed the words jihadists because of the following development in US assessment:
From the same New York Times article as that of the link above:
On Tuesday, before the Falluja attacks, General Kimmitt, the American military spokesman, appeared to back off at least somewhat from the emphasis on Islamic militants as the principal enemy. At a briefing, he offered an overview of the war in which he suggested that what has occurred, in effect, is a merging of the Saddamist insurgents and the Islamic terrorists into a common terrorist threat, and that, either way, "we just call them targets."

Several Iraqis interviewed on Wednesday, including middle-class professionals, merchants and former members of Mr. Hussein's army, suggested that the United States might be facing a war in which the common bonds of Iraqi nationalism and Arab sensibility have transcended other differences, fostering a war of national resistance that could pose still greater challenges to the Americans in the months, and perhaps years, ahead.

However, I do agree with the commander who said, after the attacks in Fallujah and Mosul yesterday, that although it would be emotionally satisfying to enter quickly with severe reprisals, it would be better to be patient, to indentify carefully those who planned and executed yesterday's atrocities, and to then apply the overwhelming force precisely and effectively. May the wrath of Allah and the allied Anglo-NATO forces fall full and severely upon the enemy.