Tuesday, January 8, 2008

Bhutto bin Dead!

The assassination of former Pakistani Prime Minister Benazir Bhutto by a suicide bomber is not only the latest twist in the muddled situation in the nuclear-capable but fractious nation.

It also betrays the mysterious hand played by powerful forces out to mangle whatever chances Pakistan had to restore democracy and eliminate the deleterious effects of strongman rule in a frontline state in the so-called war against terror.

Strange as it may seem, Bhutto was murdered after she had an interview with David Frost of BBC which was never aired and viewed thru BBC international TV network but can bee seen thru YouTube.com, and exposed what has been common knowledge in Pakistan--- that Osama bin Laden had been dead for six long years.

This bit of information may have struck the militarist wing of US policymakers and their supporters in Pakistan, particularly the anti-Bhutto factions in the intelligence services and the military hierarchy.

It was a deadly bit of information that could not have passed unnoticed not only among Middle East experts but also the clutch of forces pushing for a war of the mattresses against the al-Qaida and bin Laden. Maintaining the myth about the lingering terrorist threat posed by bin Laden and his ragtag troops was necessary for the war dollars to pour in, increasing the annual budget of $600 billion or more, and thus justify continued US military presence and hegemony in Iraq and Afghanistan.

Bhutto was a victim of international intrigue, for she was nurtured well by the Department of State, particularly Condoleeza Rice, and encouraged to return to Pakistan and participate in elections that were clearly rigged in favor of Pervez Musharraf. The US knew well that she was the target of an assassination plot much deeper than that of Indira Gandhi and had reported, after Bhutto's death naturally, that the Pakistani opposition leader was apprised of the threats but these warnings were "ignored."

There is a basis for suspicions that Bhutto's murder was the product of the confluence not only of events but also of interests, with the US militarists and the Pakistani fascists agreeing that her revelation about bin Laden's demise was a fatal mistake that must not be replicated. Only death would ensure that Bhutto would not repeat the mistake.

2 comments:

mike said...

a clear cut case of political survival,they are very afraid of bhutto so they killed her..that is simple,my friend.......
take care and hope to see you again....
-paul michael

mike said...

Standing on the edge of the palisades cliffs
In the shadow of the skyline
very far away, a lightning rod that couldn’t pull the storm from me
I was 5 years old, my best friends older brother died
He fell from these cliffs
The river washed him away the current pulled him downstream
And our lives, float in the headlines
So we parked these cars in our parent’s garage
Listened to the lullaby,
Of Carbon Monoxide

War all of the time
In the shadow of the New York skyline
We grew up too fast falling apart
Like the ashes of American flags

The sun doesn’t rise
We'll replaced it with an h-bomb explosion
A painted jail cell, of blood in the sky
Like Three Mile Island nightmares on TV they used to sing us to sleep
They burn on and on like an oil field
Or a memory of what it felt like
To burn on and on and not just fade away
All those nights in the basement, the kids are still screaming
On and on and on and on

War all of the time
In the shadow of the New York skyline
We grew up too fast falling apart
Like the ashes of American flags

And we’re blowing in the wind
We don’t know where to land
So we kiss like little kids
We used to be very tall buildings
We’ve been falling for so long
Now your eyes are the sign on the edge of town
They offer a welcome when you are leaving

War all of the time
In the shadow of the New York skyline
We grew up too fast falling apart
Like the ashes of American flags

The pieces fall it’s like a last day parade
And the fires in our streets start to rage,
so wave, to the people that long to wave back,
from the fabric of a flag that sang "love all of the time"

War all the time
War all the time
All of the time
War all the time
War all the time
All of the time
All of the time
War all of the time
War all of the time
War all of the time
War all of the time