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Falluja

Its Monday morning, I've just done my regular skim of the news online. I have a whole bunch of questions: not all about Iraq but a fair few arising from the last few days of activity there.

Fairly obviously an attack on Falluja was held off till after the US elections. I wonder if that was militarily wise. The US, it seems, will adopt a 'targeted' bombing campaign into Falluja before it sends its troops in. The thing about 'targeted' bombing campaigns is that the US military is not so good at them, they tend to kill a lot of innocent people (but does save a bunch of US marines).

It comes down to the age old thing of why is an American life worth more than one from Iraq? (yes WW series 4 has been viewed this weekend). There is an internal question too: why is a college kids lifestyle and car worth more than a poor kids life (whose only way to college was through the army).

This isn't an anti- American thing (well maybe just a little): its my big question of the moment. When did we decide that people born in different places have different worth?

Gotta go school

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