"I was treated very well. That's important people know that," Carroll said in an interview broadcast on the TV station run by the Iraqi Islamic Party, a Sunni Arab organization. "They never said they would hit me, never threatened me in any way. I was just happy to be free, and I want be with my family."
What a great ending to what could have been tragic. M's Carroll wasn't killed, this has been a big disappoinment apparently for some people. Not only did she disappoint some by living through this ordeal, but dared to say that she was treated well. Let's define some terms before we go on. Unhinged: the informal definition is to refer to someone as confused or even mentally unbalanced. Which probably does not quite describe the petrid bile that has poured fourth from some conservatives. John Podhoretz,
It's wonderful that she's free, but after watching someone who was a hostage for three months say on television she was well-treated because she wasn't beaten or killed – while being dressed in the garb of a modest Muslim woman rather than the non-Muslim woman she actually is – I expect there will be some Stockholm Syndrome talk in the coming days.
MCGUIRK: She may be carrying Habib's baby at this point.
IMUS: She could. It's not like she was representing the insurgents or the terrorists or those people.
MCCORD: Well, there's no evidence directly of that –
IMUS: Oh, gosh, you better shut up!
MCGUIRK: She's like the Taliban Johnny or something.
wing-nut blogger Orrin Judd,
May as well just come right out and say she was a willing participant.
Orrin is a member of the extreme right-wing Pajamas Media affiliated blogs which includes frequent Fox News contributor Michelle Malkin.
Karl Rove, President Bush's chief political adviser, cautioned other White House aides in the summer of 2003 that Bush's 2004 re-election prospects would be severely damaged if it was publicly disclosed that he had been personally warned that a key rationale for going to war had been challenged within the administration. Rove expressed his concerns shortly after an informal review of classified government records by then-Deputy National Security Adviser Stephen J. Hadley determined that Bush had been specifically advised that claims he later made in his 2003 State of the Union address — that Iraq was procuring high-strength aluminum tubes to build a nuclear weapon — might not be true, according to government records and interviews.
As the 2004 election loomed, the White House was determined to keep the wraps on a potentially damaging memo about Iraq.
Hadley was particularly concerned that the public might learn of a classified one-page summary of a National Intelligence Estimate, specifically written for Bush in October 2002. The summary said that although "most agencies judge" that the aluminum tubes were "related to a uranium enrichment effort," the State Department's Bureau of Intelligence and Research and the Energy Department's intelligence branch "believe that the tubes more likely are intended for conventional weapons."
Three months after receiving that assessment, the president stated without qualification in his January 28, 2003, State of the Union address: "The British government has learned that Saddam Hussein recently sought significant quantities of uranium from Africa. Our intelligence sources tell us that he has attempted to purchase high-strength aluminum tubes suitable for nuclear weapons production."
The previously undisclosed review by Hadley was part of a damage-control effort launched after former Ambassador Joseph C. Wilson IV alleged that Bush's claims regarding the uranium were not true.
An interesting development, one that is gaining traction ( at least in anecdotal observation of the comments at some conservative blogs) is the admission that Bush lied, but it was worth it to save the Iraqi people. While not a complete thesis I think I took a fairly good look at Bush's and by proxy, his supporters rationales for war here and the save the Iraqi people meme is, well let's just say unhinged. It's not unusual for people that when faced with unpleasant facts to either deny reality or come up with some bizarre rationale, but this kind of behavior is unseemly in face of the gravity issues at stake. Time for the conservative movement to grow up.
I meant to point to this yesterday and forgot because I got caught up editing yesterday's post and wordpress wouldn't take the edits, arghhhh..so today, Six theses on immigration policy
I have my own idea. As smartass as it may sound, buy Mexico or rather make it the 51st state. They already have a government model that is similar to the U.S. Their president would become governor, their Congress the state legislature, their highest court would become their state supreme court. It also has its own oil reserves. The U.S. is already the fifth largest Spanish speaking country in the world. Its a win win proposition all around. Much easier to guard Mexico's ports and southern borders against illegal immigrants.
ROBERT—(Simply.) No. I'm dying. (He falls back weakly. RUTH sinks down beside him with a sob and pillows his head on her lap.) Don't try to move me, Andy. It would mean—. I had a bad hemorrhage—trying to get here. I knew then— it was only—a few minutes more. (ANDREW stands looking down at him helplessly. ROBERT moves his head restlessly on RUTH'S lap.) There! Just so I can see—the sun. I couldn't stand it back there in the room. It seemed as if all my life—I'd been cooped in a room. So I thought I'd try to end as I might have—if I'd had the courage to live my dream. Alone—in a ditch by the open road—watching the sun rise.
ANDREW—Rob! Don't talk. You're wasting your strength. Rest a while and then we'll carry you—
ROBERT—Still hoping, Andy? Don't. I know. (There is a pause during which he breathes heavily, straining his eyes toward the horizon.) The sun comes so slowly. I haven't long—to wait. (With an ironical smile.) The doctor told me to go to the far-off places—and I'd be cured. He was right. That was always the cure for me. It's too late—for this world—but in the next I'll not miss—the secret. (He has a fit of coughing which racks his body.)
ANDREW—(With a hoarse sob.) Rob! (He clenches his fists in an impotent rage against fate.) God! God! (RUTH sobs brokenly and wipes ROBERT'S lips with her handkerchief.)
from the play Beyond the Horizon by Eugene O'Neill