In queste ultime settimane ho parlato poco di politica interna e non intendo ricominciare da oggi. Come sapete un altro soldato italiano è morto in un "attentato" (così dicono i tiggì) in Afghanistan: in missione di pace. Una missione nata per liberare il paese, che secondo il nostro presidente del consiglio è "medievale" (e saranno cavoli loro, magari vivono meglio no?), dai feroci talebani guidati dal Mullah Omar. Talebani che in realtà avevano liberated Afghanistan from the Soviet occupation some years earlier. And then it passed and now is the time for some bullshit that Omar is a terrorist. Too bad it's one of the few true revolutionaries. Moreover, the Taliban (albeit violently) the law were complied with the difference that clown placed there by the Americans (Karzai).
Oh well, back to today. As usual grand parade of sad faces of the lords of pain and suffering that speak of peace. They talk about the mission seems to be just and sacrifices. Why do not they go there to die? All mourn the dead Italian, died when a fellow we tear our hair and nails. And civilians, thousands of innocent people killed dagli americani (e non solo) con i "missili intelligenti"? Quelli dove sono? Non esistono per noi. Emergency ci aiuta a capire, per quanto possa essere possibile dai nostri caldi salotti.
It also shows the bullet wound that hit a hand a year ago. He has 7 years and is already "war veterans". Two beds before her Juma Gul, 5 years, is eating rice. She has half her face covered by dressings and left leg bandaged. It was in front of the house, Grishko, when a grenade exploded. Mohammed Wali is 8 years old and comes from Marjah, another war-torn village.
Non è forse anche questo, un crimine contro l'umanità?