So the Eretrians are moving mass volumes of weaponry into Mogadishu, all the while the Islamic Courts there deny everything. At the same time, the Ethiopians are keying up along Somalia’s west, and it looks like the staging of what will be one big nasty war between the two nations. The Islamists don’t care as long as Somalia is thoroughly trashed once all the smoke clears so that they can move in and make everybody’s lives miserable there. What an insane, sick philosophy.

Meanwhile, back in Lebanon, same old story. The Arabs are using nickel-sized steel balls in the rockets they are launching into Israel. Conventionally, a weapon like that can serve no strategic purpose other than to terrorize the civilians. But that’s the whole point of terrorism, isn’t it?

Israelis tend to be liars sometimes, so one tends to doubt a lot of what they say. This tid-bit comes in saying that the Arabs were holding civilians at gun-point inside a town, forcing these people to stay and act as shields, eventually adding to higher civilian casualty figures. It wouldn’t also surprise me to learn that many of the attacks on civilian convoys were carried out by Arabs and blamed on the Israelis, an explanation that nobody ever seems to question because it is Israel’s word against everybody else’s. I mean unless the Israelis actually *want* a protracted and bloody war, I can’t see them doing these things deliberately. On the other hand, it is only par for the Arabs, who have shown so dramatically over the decades that they have no regard for anyone’s innocent life when it comes to justifying their aspirations to a higher religious purpose.

It takes only a few things to control the world. Determination, perseverance, time, and money. All of these things are possible today, so why would it be so hard to imagine? All these petty little nations crying about democracy and freedom and fairness don’t mean jack shit to somebody with the mindset and means to want to see things another way. Somebody runs that show over there. I don’t see why that is so hard to believe.

Enon was talking about newspaper articles. It seems that Condoleza is planning on entertaining some diplomats with a piano recital.

"Is that party really so gene impaired that they actually think something of this?” Enon asks. "Maybe it's that everybody else is a complete moron, and these people are the only ones who know what they are doing," he suggests a moment later.

It seems so 1800's to me, these ridiculous little things that diplomats do. What a bunch of clowns.

And in the mean while, we have this kind of big thing going on in the middle east, a few of them in fact, and Condoleza just flits through there, makes a few profound observations about the situation over there, then traipses away again. "Call me when you guys get it figured out what you want to do." More of that low-gene arrogance that seems to emanate so prominently from the southern states these days.

So Condoleza goes to visit the Asians. They have that Korean nut to deal with. It’s funny that somebody could be so completely insane and still run his own country, especially in this day and age where everything is so transparent. The only people who aren’t aware are the North Koreans themselves, probably because they don’t have satellite television or internet access.

I guess you can’t fault the Arabs in that respect – they are about the most heavily-wired people on the planet. Imagine running an entire insurgency with cell phones.

I can see Newt being afraid. As long as the Arabs continue to want things to be the way they are, there will not be anything different. And it seems things are trying to gravitate in the direction that no sane individual wants, and there is nothing anybody can do to change this process they have going on over there of weathering the foundations of civilization itself. Resistance is futile. You will be assimilated.

And these people don’t appear to be happy with only trashing their own piss-ant pieces of desert, as it seems that they are all bred into this mindset that they can never truly be happy unless they have also trashed every other place in the world as well. Imagine two-billion soccer hooligans armed with AK-47’s and Semtex marching across the countryside laying waste to anything that even remotely resembles structure, order, rationality, sanity.

But the thing about it all that nobody seems to get the big picture is money. It’s not like a bunch of guys got together and formed a club united to defend some obscure notion of justice they might have, then went to their local charity and signed out for guns and bullets and bombs. All those things eventually come from somewhere. Somebody somewhere is in charge of all this insanity. These goof-balls like Bin Laden are dangerous in their own rights, but they all have bosses who call the shots and pay the bills. And somewhere at the top of this hierarchy is somebody in charge of the whole insane schmeel.

Kite was sitting cross-legged on the cooler like she was meditating or something like that. I know her from this place where everybody goes to get coffee and sack lunches in the morning. From time to time she flits in, sits for a while, then flits away again. I found it strangely intriguing until I learned that she just didn't like all the flies and bad smells there. I slowly began to realize that that was pretty much the way I felt about it too.

The place smells like a dumpster behind a busy restaurant on a really hot day. And when it rains, boy it gets really ripe. And so many flies. Thousands and thousands of flies.

I saw a little frightened old man there one morning. He looked like one of these guys who wound up suddenly street-bound because of a clerical error on the part of a worker down at the Social Security office. So there he was, terrified to death, his little rolling suitcase and shaving kit, standing in line with all manner of felons and drug addicts, everybody holding their little white foam cups in anticipation of the fresh kettle of coffee that was due to come out of the kitchen any minute now.

He straitened his back and puffed out his chest all of the sudden.

"This place is evil to the core!" he said rather loudly.

He stood there for a while looking around at people to see if anybody was going to challenge is position. Everyone ignored him, so he marched away. He made a point of gesture, which everybody also ignored, as he dropped his unfilled foam cup into the trash can on his way out the gate. I never saw him again after that.

You see them from time to time. The system usually sweeps them up before they get too lost.

Kite can't wait until computers become sophistocated enough to have our brains uploaded into them. This is actually a popular theme in science fiction novels these days. I've read several books where you explore the implications of uploaded consciences being allowed varying degrees of civil liberties. For instance if you were to upload your mind into a robot of some sort because your biological body was going to die, would you be able to maintain your identity and rights and property?

"Imagine being able to create multiple instances of youself", Kite speculated, "then they could all fight over your stuff like a bunch of spoiled neices and nephews."