"The unworthy" From an Iraqi blogger today.

[Tierra_y_Libertad]

He's 27 years old and lives in Baghdad. This is just part of his latest post. I slightly edited it (separated paragraphs) for clarity. Read back in his blog entries for a history of the "war" from on the ground.

http://theiraqilord.blogspot.com/

Four years I have lived inside this whale’s belly, Jonas stayed for 3 days and cried his eyes out, and I have been here for 4 years. I envy him; at least his had a god to help him? Where is my god? Is he hiding in the green zone too? Is he behind stone walls and concrete blocks? Does he have black water bodyguards? Does he only listen to eloquent sophisticated non-Arabic prayers? I can send him a dictionary, I just need the address.

3500 lives is the cost of this war, nobody counts the unworthy, the not-humans. Some say 50.000 some say a million, but nobody is keeping count. Nobody counts this heart. Nobody cares about this heart. My feelings are limited by my limited vocabulary, but my words are from my aching heart. I am earth, I am from earth, and my words are to earth.
But nobody counts this heart, and many many other hearts like it, hearts that have stopped loving and caring, hearts that even stopped doing its main physiological reason of being, hearts that have stopped beating, stopped pumping blood to bodies, bodies turned to cadavers, humans turned into worm food, even worms don’t like the taste of the unworthy. Who can blame them? dogs are being taken care of more than the unworthy, dogs are more cared for than the unworthy, they know how much they spend on dogs, but do they know how many unworthy they have killed?

4 million displaced, and there is no problem, why? Because they are the unworthy. What would they think if 15 million people of their country were displaced? Probably wouldn't care because most of them would be poor, the unworthy again. Hail Katrina.

Hail Caesar. He came, he saw, he conquered the unworthy. Hail Caesar for bringing democracy to the unworthy, they ungrateful. Hail him for ridding the world from the “superfluous”, the “unnecessary”, the unworthy.
This heart makes no sense anymore, it has no sense anymore. It tortures itself for things that happened a long time ago, things that its imagines it going to happen, things it doesn't want to happen but still does. Images of mistakes and misjudgments, images of love and passion, a passion he doest know anymore. It’s like giving a man who suffered amnesia his ID card, it feels familiar but the face and the name doesn't ring any bells. This heart has new friends. Pain and cigarettes are his only best friends, one of them is going to the reason of its demise, and maybe both if it lasted long.

“these young hearts have already become old- and not even old! Only weary” Friedrich Nietzsche.

[Nederland]

1. There is no problem?

I don't get that claim. Who is saying that there is no problem. The Republicans are saying that the problem is Al-Qaeda and the insurgents. The Democrats are saying that the problem is Bush's idiotic policies. Iranians are saying that the problem is US imperialism.

I don't know anybody who looks that the mess in Iraq and says there is "no problem".

[Kagemusha]

2. Who's saying that the 4 million displaced are the real problem in Iraq?

(crickets chirping)

Oh, this blogger. Sorry.

[MsKandice01]

3. Exactly. We never even hear about the displaced...

We rarely hear about their lack of electricity or clean water either. And the possibility that there may be 9-10 times as many civilian deaths in Iraq than what the American media tells us is just disgusting.

[EFerrari]

4. K&R

:cry: