Thursday, October 11, 2007

The Next War?

Here a recent article I saw in Reuters which I thought would make an interesting posting:

Vice President Dick Cheney had at one point considered asking Israel to launch limited missile strikes at an Iranian nuclear site to provoke a retaliation, Newsweek magazine reported on Sunday.

Citing two unidentified sources, Newsweek said former Cheney Middle East adviser David Wurmser told a small group several months ago that Cheney was considering asking Israel to strike the Iranian nuclear site at Natanz.

A military response by Iran could give Washington an excuse to then launch airstrikes of its own, Newsweek said. Wurmser's wife, Meyrav Wurmser of the neoconservative Hudson Institute think tank, told Newsweek the claims were untrue. Wurmser left Cheney's office last month, the magazine reported. The steady departure of neoconservative hawks from the administration has also helped tilt the balance against war, it said.

Washington has been pursuing diplomatic efforts to persuade Iran to alter its nuclear program. It has refused to take military options off the table, even U.S. resources are taxed by having 169,000 troops in Iraq.

Although some intelligence sources say Iran is years away from nuclear capability, Israel believes that military action may be necessary as early as 2008, Newsweek said.

The news comes amid reports that Israel launched an air strike against Syria this month over a suspected nuclear site. Israel has declined to comment on the reported air strike, while Syria has denied receiving North Korean nuclear aid and said it could retaliate for the September 6 violation of its territory.

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Now, here's a poem that's definitely a pacifist:

"With Glowing Props" Sonnet

As a chair grows from the floor. Flowers that bend
in wind like jockeys. A train that starts but sits there.
Toothbrush in a yogurt cup. Red mullets grilled over
hot coals. Two gray ships with twin masts. Or Chopin
on piano in the background. A walled city or another
off-ramp. Rooms overlooking the river. Several
dreamscapes as seen from ground-level. With eyelids
glued together. Wide streets with high buildings. Or
gulls at the first sight of land. A forest that answers to
boy names only. Red hair with a necklace of pearls. She
steps down from the golden carriage. He presses the
accelerator to run the light. Or a layer of dust on the
furniture. A pain in the neck. Switch off. Switch-hitter.
No map of the tunnel. Then a line through the wrong
name. Curled like a dry leaf. Desire with a quotation
mark. Says the speaker. Or swallows his own tongue.

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