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How ironic that multiculturalism demanded romance — not reason, parochialism — not inquisitiveness, and prejudice — not impartiality.

--From Victor Davis Hanson's latest.

PS: I don't mind a little triumphalism now and then, but this is beyond the pale:

Had any of these international relief and rights organizations [the UN and the Red Cross] possessed the moral fiber of the U.S. Army, then they would have exited Cuba and sent their entire staff to the Congo, where millions have been butchered in silence in the last few years — more dead than the entire population of the West Bank, and a sequel to the prior holocaust in Rwanda. We know that our enemies are strong and evil, but it is disappointing to keep learning each day that our allies, though they sometimes mean well, remain continually weak.

It's well documented that President Clinton declined to get involved in Rwanda of course, while the French deployed in force to save who they could. Less well known (by Hanson it seems, at least) is that several attempts to establish a UN peacekeeping presence in the Congo have been stymied by American reluctance to provide logistical support. Canadians will remember a Canadian-led initiative (that my unit, at the time, was warming up for) that fell apart due to post-Somalia American opposition to a new commitment in the region. As for the Red Cross in the Congo, I'll just let the facts speak for themselves. Hanson's an all right writer, but he never lets the facts get in the way of a good turn of phrase, either.

PART OF THE REASON I'M

PART OF THE REASON I'M NOT POSTING MUCH

I've successfully gotten my computer to tick over fast enough (gotta love AMD) that I can now play high-end computer games and keep Windows Media Player running in the background simultaneously. I don't hear the bad guys sneaking up on me much anymore, but I can't say I really care that much. Before, I could only hear that canned music that comes with the games over and over again so much before I longed for something else, like the Grim Faeries, and I'd go websurf/MP3 hunt awhile. Now I have absolutely no reason (other than hunger, ablutions, and occasional bouts of caffeine-combatible bouts of fatigue) to ever leave the task at hand. Last night I was on a "Faerie Raide" until dawn...