VOTING FOR WAR?
Raven is scratching his head, which entails standing on one foot and balancing precariously on top on the newspaper.
Something puzzling you, Rave?
“Yeah. The headline of this article. Supposedly 72% of registered voters voted in Iraq. Are they implying that the high turnout means that democracy is settling down on its haunches in Iraq, or what?”
You got me. I vote for “or what”. The Sunnites boycotted the election, and since they are 20% of the population….
“That means that 92% of Shiite and Kurd voters voted. And 0% of Sunnites. Now, unless I miss my guess, that also means that the Sunnites will not be represented in the National Assembly, nor included in the drawing up of a constitution. Which means that democracy is NOT settling down on its haunches in Iraq.”
It seems not. Maybe they should have headlined the article: 20% of Iraqi Voters in Favor of Civil War?
Raven starts pulling apart a chocolate donut.
“Considering that most of the resisting folks are Sunnites, that sounds about right.”
Well, the Bush Gang can pat themselves on the back—not because they brought democracy to the Cradle of Civilization, but because they stirred up the political tectonics and created another “tsunami”. Apparently the natural one in Indonesia wasn’t enough. You know, after the earthquake and subsequent “tsunami” in Lisbon in November of 1755—well, they didn’t call it a tsunami, but it was the same deal—Voltaire published a long poem, of which probably nothing remains in historical/literary consciousness except his comment: “While Lisbon lies in ruins, we are dancing in Paris.”
“Dancing on someone’s grave has apparently passed into the confines of acceptability. Bush never considered cancelling even one of his inaugural balls.”
I suspect those are the only kind he has, Rave.
“Ouch. Glad you aimed that low blow at him, and not at me.”
Do birds have balls, Rave?
“Is that a rhetorical question? Let’s put it this way: this bird doesn’t have to stuff a sweat sock under his tailfeathers.”
Kind of a peculiar image, that.
“Not nearly as peculiar as that of Alfred E. Newman on an aircraft carrier wearing a strategically stuffed flight suit and holding a plastic turkey.”
The turkey came later, Rave.
Raven mashes the donut crumbs together and pops them in his beak.
“The turkey always comes later.”
Sort of like backdraft. Or civil war.
“Or radioactive fallout.”
Right. The things we can feel thankful for next November.