War forever and a day

Go read this from Austrailia:

With any luck, the coming war with North Korea should be a far more exciting affair than the recent excursion in Iraq.

The campaign to disarm Saddam Hussein of his weapons of mass destruction – I use the phrase advisedly – was over all too quickly, really. It had hardly begun before George Bush, kitted out like Tom Cruise in Top Gun, was calling a win on the flight deck of the USS Abraham Lincoln, but the results have been disappointing. No Saddam, no WMDs.

North Korea should be very different. It has an army of a million unblinking automatons and, we are assured, an arsenal of missiles capable of hitting anywhere from Chicago to Cairns. And all this under the supreme command of Dear Leader Kim Jong-il, a spring-heeled lunatic with a Lady (Mary) Fairfax hairdo and a taste for Napoleon cognac and Quentin Tarantino movies.

Happily the Americans have found just the man to whip him to a frenzy. John R. Bolton, the US undersecretary of state for arms control and international security policy, has been leading this week’s Brisbane meeting of 11 countries of the grandly named Proliferation Security Initiative. North Korean ships and planes carrying nukes, missiles, drugs and the like, will be stopped by military force. How thrilling that Lord Downer of Baghdad has committed us to join in.

With his shaggy hair and grandpa moustache, Bolton looks like an Eng.Lit professor from some minor Midwest college, but in fact he is one of the Bush Administration’s madder right-wingers, no small distinction. He is so far out that he makes Dick Cheney and Don Rumsfeld sound like Jane Fonda.

Bolton loathes the United Nations, once memorably remarking that “it is certainly rare to find genuine capitalists walking the UN halls”. He believes the US can ignore the world body as it pleases because, as he puts it, “the United States is, simply stated, different from other countries”.

So there. Bolton is not a man to let the niceties of international law stand in the way of a good war.

TBogg

TBogg

Yeah. Like I would tell you....