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Ali Hussein is pulled from the rubble of his home after a U.S. airstrike in Baghdad’s Sadr City.  The 2-year-old died at a hospital.

U.S. Role Deepens in Sadr City

Fierce Battle Against Shiite Militiamen Echoes First Years of War

By Amit R. Paley

Washington Post Foreign Service

Wednesday, April 30, 2008; A01

BAGHDAD, April 29 — A four-hour battle Tuesday between U.S. soldiers and Shiite militiamen left at least 28 Iraqis dead in the capital’s Sadr City neighborhood, making it one of the bloodiest days in a month of sustained street fighting.

The clashes underscored how deeply U.S. forces have been drawn into heavy combat in the huge Shiite district since Prime Minister Nouri al-Maliki unexpectedly launched an offensive in southern Iraq last month against Shiite militias, primarily the Mahdi Army of anti-American cleric Moqtada al-Sadr.

The photo above screams off of the front page of today’s Washington Post, and the quote above contains the first two grafs of the story.

Here’s the link to the front page of today’s WP:


Here’s the link to the entire WP article:


If there is a hell, may the entire Bush/Cheney Administration burn in it!


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    • Faheyman on April 30, 2008 at 13:35
  1. It’s mass insanity to send our children to kill their children.

    Tomorrow is May 1. The ILWU will be on strike on the U.S. West Coast to protest the war. They were getting beat up in confrontations with the cops even before Baghdad fell. As of now, they are the leaders.

    Come you masters of war

    You that build all the guns

    You that build the death planes

    You that build the big bombs

    You that hide behind walls

    You that hide behind desks

    I just want you to know

    I can see through your masks.

    You that never done nothin’

    But build to destroy

    You play with my world

    Like it’s your little toy

    You put a gun in my hand

    And you hide from my eyes

    And you turn and run farther

    When the fast bullets fly.

    Like Judas of old

    You lie and deceive

    A world war can be won

    You want me to believe

    But I see through your eyes

    And I see through your brain

    Like I see through the water

    That runs down my drain.

    You fasten the triggers

    For the others to fire

    Then you set back and watch

    When the death count gets higher

    You hide in your mansion

    As young people’s blood

    Flows out of their bodies

    And is buried in the mud.

    You’ve thrown the worst fear

    That can ever be hurled

    Fear to bring children

    Into the world

    For threatening my baby

    Unborn and unnamed

    You ain’t worth the blood

    That runs in your veins.

    How much do I know

    To talk out of turn

    You might say that I’m young

    You might say I’m unlearned

    But there’s one thing I know

    Though I’m younger than you

    Even Jesus would never

    Forgive what you do.

    Let me ask you one question

    Is your money that good

    Will it buy you forgiveness

    Do you think that it could

    I think you will find

    When your death takes its toll

    All the money you made

    Will never buy back your soul.

    And I hope that you die

    And your death’ll come soon

    I will follow your casket

    In the pale afternoon

    And I’ll watch while you’re lowered

    Down to your deathbed

    And I’ll stand o’er your grave

    ‘Til I’m sure that you’re dead.

    –Bob Dylan

  2. But it is important to recognize the limits to this. Where are they likely to stand on the war? On immigrant rights? Class? Racism? Sexism? Homophobia? Capitalism? I never got the sense that there was any profound political analysis going on, on the other side of the aisle.

    We can all celebrate the idea of an armed working class rising up against their oppressors. But I expect we and the right have very different ideas about the outcome of that scenario.  

    • OPOL on April 30, 2008 at 18:12

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