Pakistan: next stop on the terror war express?

Ted Galen Carpenter proposes taking on Pakistan next. He argues that many Al Qaeda members were able to cross the border into Pakistan and are now hiding out in the northwestern frontier province. He further argues that the province is barely controlled by Musharraf and that his forces really have no ability to capture or wipe out the terrorists there.

That’s not to mention that many of Musharraf’s military henchmen are sympathetic to Al Qaeda in the first place. Indeed, it was Pakistan that for years supported the Taliban’s hold on power. Carpenter writes:

It would be a mistake to allow misplaced gratitude to the Musharraf regime for belatedly abandoning the Taliban to deter us from taking the war against al-Qaeda to its next logical stage. The principal nest of terrorist vipers is not in the Philippines, Georgia, Yemen, or Somalia. It is in Pakistan.

I do agree that the U.S. has no security reason to be in any of the countries Carpenter names, and that Pakistan poses a much more credible next target in going about the business of wiping out the folks who actually helped organize Sept. 11. I’m undecided right now about whether this is a good idea; I’d like to learn more.

How does it feel … to be a pale shadow of what you once were?

That’s a question that Rolling Stone editor Jann Wenner must be getting asked frequently nowadays. This story by the Toronto Star’s Ben Rayner is a pretty good rundown of what’s wrong with Rolling Stone today. Rayner writes:

Unsure whether it wants to be Maxim, Tiger Beat or simply a tasteful, middle-of-the-road, ageing-boomer version of the rabble-rousing Rolling Stone of hippier times, Rolling Stone now usually settles on being an utterly irrelevant combination of all three.

But then Rayner missteps. One of the magazine’s bad points? “Fawning praise of graying ’60s contemporaries like Bob Dylan …” Cut! That’s the only good thing left about this magazine. The occasional Dylan tidbit is the mag’s only selling point for me. Tsk, tsk, Brent.

Mideast involvement endangers oil supply

Gee, I wonder why Saddam has decided to temporarily stop oil exports. Is it really because he’s such a strong ally to the Palestinians that he’s willing to forgo the $62.1 million a day oil sales could bring in? Not likely.
It’s clear that Hussein, feeling threatened by Dubya’s clear attempts to gather Arab support for an invasion of Iraq later this year, is doing whatever he can to ensure that his Arab neighbors don’t turn on him. That’s also why he’s started offering $25,000 rewards to the families of Palestinian suicide bombers.

So here we have a disruption to the global oil supply and a worsening of Israeli-Palestinian tensions thanks to Dubya’s war rumblings. All of that might be worth the cost of doing business, if overthrowing Hussein were necessary. But it’s not, as I argued here. Hussein is not a threat to the United States and never has been. The alleged nuclear/biochemical threat is easily overpowered by U.S. nuclear superiority.

Only 27 percent America’s crude oil supplies come from the Persian Gulf, and all OPEC boycotts fail, eventually, as cartel members break ranks to get a small taste of artificially heightened prices. No matter how evil Hussein is — and certainly, cutting off oil sales after years of complaining that the U.S. embargo has killed a million Iraqi children shows the depths of his depravity — he is ultimately just a petty dictator who wants to hang on to his little piece of turf. And no one sits on a pot of black gold. Sooner or later, it gets sold — and we’re the buyers.

Don’t just do something, stand there

A very on-target column by Cato’s Leon Hadar argues that the United States should keep a low profile when it comes to the Middle East.

Not only is the situation pretty much an intractable civil war over long-disputed territory, but there’s no convincing rationale for why the United States should stick its neck out. In addition to sending Colin Powell in with a pair of kneepads so he can beg and plead for some kind of peace, some pundits say the U.S. should send troops into the region to help out. Hadar writes:

But those critics have still to come up with a rationale for placing the Israel/Palestine conflict at the top of U.S. foreign policy. Or, to put it differently, they should explain to the American people why a benign neglect approach toward that conflict would have an adverse affect on core U.S. national interests. In fact, raising the U.S. diplomatic and military role as part of a Palestinian-Israeli peacemaking strategy would not only harm U.S. interests, it would not help resolve the bloody dispute.

Right on the money. We have a lot to lose in the Middle East — and Sept. 11 suggested to a small extent what has already been lost — but very little to gain. The future of Israel is a worthwhile concern, and all decent people want to see an end to the bloodshed in the region, but not only does an American heavy hand heighten our country’s security risk, it delays the day of reckoning when the two parties –realizing that there’s no one to look to for salvation but each other — will work out some kind of agreement, no matter how unsatisfactory to both parties.

I have no problem with having the U.S. diplomatic corps act as an “honest broker,” but the United States should get its dogs out of the fight. Stop funding Israel, Egypt, etc., and let these two puppies fight it out until their too tired and need to lick their wounds.

Guantanamo limbo

It now appears that, with the building of a new detention facility in Guantanamo, Dubya & Co. don’t plan to ever try the “detainees” in custody for their crimes. The administration won’t call the men in custody prisoners of war, because then they would be legally obliged to send them home after the war in Afghanistan ends (if it ever does).

That’s fine. I think there’s strong reason to believe that these folks are dangerous and would pose a future terrorist threat. After all, they were captured fighting as members of Al Qaeda or the Taliban, right? That seems to be prima facie evidence that each is guilty of criminal conspiracy in the Sept. 11 murders or, at least, obstruction of justice in trying to stop capture of Al Qaeda and Taliban leaders.

If these prisoners are so obviously guilty and so patently dangerous, why would 12 men and women have difficulty in finding them guilty and legitimize the imprisonment they are now suffering without the courtesty of a trial? On the other hand, if the U.S. government fears that 12 men and women would find the evidence of their guilt lacking, how can we in good conscience continue to keep these folks locked up? Is the supposed evidence just the hearsay of the U.S. government? I sure hope not.

This could have far-reaching consequences, setting a precedent for future cases of imprisonment without trial, so long as the U.S. executive declares the country to be at war. Jeez, it doesn’t even require an official declaration by Congress.

It’s not fair! They had good teachers

Parents who don’t homeschool their children are complaining that homeschoolers have an unfair advantage over their institutionalized children in the national spelling bee because they have more time to study spelling.

It’s no wonder, as most homeschooled students spend half as much time “school” as schoolhouse students, especially government-school students. With the kind of one-on-one attention afforded by homeschooling, much more gets done in less time.

According to writer Jessica Wehrman, Paul Wehrman, executive director of the American Association of School Administrators, said:

… having a few homeschooled bee champs does not necessarily show the superiority of homeschooling. Saying one child’s triumph is evidence of the success of homeschooling, he said, is like saying all North Carolina colleges are good because basketball champion Michael Jordan attended one.

Hmm … there have been three homeschool champs since 1997, and in 2000 the top three finalists were homeschooled. Perhaps it doesn’t mean that all homeschools are good, but it certainly does mean that the best homeschools are awfully good, and that allowing parents the freedom to homeschool can do a lot of good for their children.

But what could be expected from the head honcho of an organization that opposes school choice, charter school districts and alternative certifications but strongly favors pumping up direct federal aid to government schools?

I think homeschooling activist Vonnie Crumpton said it best, as quoted in the story:

“Yes, we get math and English and grammar and everything, every day,” she said, “but we had more time to dedicate to the talents that God has given him … that’s the
beauty of homeschooling. You can spend more time where they have interests.”

April is the cruellest month

It was a gorgeous day today, the first real spring day here in Chicago. It got up to 69 degrees and the sun shone so brightly. I had occasion to be walking a lot from one campus building to another this afternoon while trying to get Columbia administrative issues settled for my internship.

It’s always wonderful to walk downtown (or South Loop if you insist on being picky about it) on a nice day. The smokers actually seem to be glad to be forced outside for once. Folks walk from one place to the other, stopping to chat with people they know, instead of walking swiftly with their shoulders hunched up for warmth.

The eerie thing was that today reminded me of the last time I was around school walking around on a really nice day: Sept. 11. I went downtown for a Chronicle training session which, it turned out, was scheduled for the next day. It didn’t matter, since Columbia buildings were soon closed. I walked
toward a Tower Records store a couple of blocks away on Wabash; I wanted to buy the new Bob Dylan album.

I was so angry that the store was closed. I thought it was ridiculous. First the World Trade Center, then the Pentagon, then the Britney Spears display? Come on. I really wanted that album; I’d been waiting four years for a new Dylan album, and I realized that if I went without it — well, the terrorists would have won.

The contrast from then to today was striking. Then, people milled about outside Loop office buildings not really sure what to do. It was about 10:30 a.m. and the enormity of the tragedy really wasn’t apparent to most people. At least it wasn’t apparent to me, even though I had my Walkman on and was listening to NPR.

Then, people talked to each other, wondering how bad it was. They talked about getting out of downtown. They wondered if they’d be next.

Yesterday, people laughed and joked and smoked. They talked about boyfriends and girlfriends and parties and crappy classes, or whatever it is we talk about when we talk about things.

A return to normalcy? You bet. But I’m confident that on every sunny day I find myself in the South Loop, I’ll think for a moment — if only the briefest — about that day. I won’t forget. I don’t want to. I need that pain, that tragedy, to understand how precious life really is. I need to think about that moment in our past to understand what we have to look forward to in the future. I’ll take that pain and roll it into a ball to keep as a memento, stored on a sad shelf in the corner of my memory.

I bought the album later in the day, at a Coconuts. I’m glad I did. You can’t kill the love, baby.

Lost lives, found art

Have you read Found magazine? A Chronicle co-worker brought one in last week and I glimpsed it briefly, but forgot about it until reading this post at Amy Phillips’ site. I look forward to reading the print edition sometime, since this is the kind of stuff that you want to be as close to as possible — to become intimate with that little bit of another’s existence that’s been lost or purposefully left behind.

If you’re not familiar with the concept, Found consists entirely of found objects: “Love letters, birthday cards, kids’ homework, to-do lists, ticket stubs, poetry on napkins, telephone bills, doodles — anything that gives a glimpse into someone else’s life. Anything goes,” according to the site.

I especially love the notes. The pictures tell too much. It’s said a picture tells a thousand words, and it’s true. Most often, they are posed and meant to be seen by family members or others who weren’t at place or event being captured. But these found notes … they are little enigmas. They are notes to self or to close others. They force you to wonder, to dig deep inside and imagine in a wonderfully feverish way what course the person’s life took before and after. And often, to wonder what that moment represented by the note itself meant? Where was it in the continuum of that person’s universe?

Found is a great site and — from what I saw — a gorgeous magazine. Each find writes a story for you. It’s like reading a collection of short stories inside your head. Go. Now.

The mag reminds me of one of my pastimes — looking through other people’s bookshelves, photo albums, etc. when they’re not around to tell me what everything “means.” It’s like a jigsaw puzzle of that other person’s life, and in a way probably makes a lot more sense than the picture they’d present to you on
their own. The older the stuff, the better. Look at the handwriting. Run your fingers over the pages. Blow the dust off the cover. Find a little bit of what matters.

Certifiable

I was interviewed by a guy named Terry Michael (a libertarian, as it turned out, which I found surprising for an organization that has Eleanor Clift on its board of directors) from the Washington Center for Politics & Journalism for their fall politics and journalism semester program. The interview went well and I think I’d have a good chance of getting into the program, but it turns out that it starts on Sept. 3, no exceptions.

As Karen and I are getting married on Sept. 1 and want to honeymoon, that’s a no-go. But here’s the part I found interesting. As part of the interview, Michael asked 37 trivia questions covering current affairs, political history, geography and more. I got 35 right. The two questions I missed? Where is Katmandu? (It’s in Nepal.) And what does FICA stand for? I knew that FICA was the Social Security tax, but feebly guessed “Federal Income Compensation Adjustment” for the answer. The Stris revealed that it’s actually stands for “Federal Insurance Contribution Act.”

It would be in bad taste to publish a more fitting, and more colorful, version of what the acronym really stands for, considering the poor return from Social Security. I’ll leave it to your imagination.

Almost good to go

Columbia muckety-mucks have chosen to waive the residency requirement on my behalf, which clears the way for me to apply the Georgetown credits to my graduation in August. I was also informed by the journalism department’s internship coordinator that I’d get five credits for wherever I wind up getting placed in D.C. So that would give me 125, one more than I need to graduate. Woo-hoo! Anybody going to be in D.C. this summer? Let’s get together.

I will miss Karen, though. Hopefully, we can get most of the wedding planning done before I leave in June. Considering that we met online and maintained an online relationship for a year and a half before she moved to Chicago, I’m not too worried about our ability to stay in touch. One nice thing interning in D.C. (as opposed to Shelby, N.C.)is that it will be much easier to make a quick trip to visit her in Chicago or vice versa.

Plus, I’ll be so busy — between two classes and 36 hours of internship work a week — that the time will probably fly. Should be fun. It won’t be easy, but it may be fun. It could be fun. It will be fun. It might be fun. I’ll have trouble predicting the future.

I should mention that former Columbia Journalism Department Chair Carolyn Hulse had some good things to say about the Institute on Political Journalism program. She said it’s excellent and that it has a very good reputation in D.C. That’s encouraging. I just hope they place me somewhere better than, say, Hog Farmer Quarterly.