Ranch Hands Flatter Crawford Caligula While Real Journalists Die (Floyd)

[dutchdemocrat]

Ranch Hands Flatter Crawford Caligula While Real Journalists Die

http://www.chris-floyd.com/index.php?option=com_content&task=view&id=88&Itemid=1


While the fawning White House press corps chit-chats with Bush about baseball 'n kids at an intimate get-together on his fake ranch, here's what happens to real reporters who are out there reporting real news:

US Sniper Kills Reuters Soundman in Iraq (AFP)

Excerpt:
US forces in Baghdad shot dead a Reuters television soundman and wounded a cameraman, Iraqi police said.....

Two Iraqi colleagues who arrived on the scene minutes after the shooting were also briefly detained, then released, Reuters said. They said that Khaled was still alive when they reached him, and that US troops refused to give him water despite the blazing sun. "They (US soldiers) treated us like dogs. They made us, including Khaled who was wounded and asking for water, stay in the sun on the road," Reuters quoted a television crew member Mohammed Idriss as saying….


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[acmejack]

1. Hearts & minds

It worked so well last time.

[txaslftist]

2. That' s what always happens...

..when soldiers try to fight an "insurgency" or, more accurately, try to be policemen. They have to kill to survive, and anyone they see is a potential threat.

Why was this reporter killed? The sniper probably thought he was dangerous to his unit. Did he take extra time to investigate before pulling the trigger? Nope.

Why not? Because if the reporter was really a bad guy, taking the extra time might have meant his own or his buddies' death. Same shit went on in Vietnam when there was no clear enemy and we were not wanted there.

If you have to kill to survive, eventually you stop making fine distinctions between good guys and bad guys. For one, you don't have time. For two, you might be wrong. For three, all the guys you know who take the time to make fine distinctions are dead.

When you can't tell the good guys from the bad guys, it's time to come home.