Hails of wrath

BC –

They have been coming down like black rain; at least where we live. The districts Mortars wars are horrifying and nothing like them, not even the war of the cities with Iran. The whole situation is savagely out of control. And the Mortars are causing permanent body damages as well as deaths.

The killings in our neighborhood have turned into a psycho-apartheid modus operandi. Whoever is of somewhat darker skin and spotted in the streets is considered a ‘Shrougi’ – (a dirty southerner) and shot at instantly. No IDs are being asked for! Some are being caught and had their head covered with a bag before being shot. It is becoming a very normal sight for everyone to spot dead bodies in the streets.

During the past 5 days the children did not see the roads. Neither schools nor universities are open period. It’s like a devastated Pompei visited by Nero. Yet some men are still going about their jobs. The fuel shortage is back to a crisis level.

The house of the deputy (Shiite) to the health minister was raided in broad daylight by men dressed in police uniforms – the official death-squads uniform - and he was dragged out and dumped in an Opal’s trunk and driven away. A day later a Mortar was aimed at his house but missed and hit his next-door neighbor’ house!

On the other side of the Tigris most the employees of the GZ had to sleep in 2 nights in their offices due to a car bomb alert inside the compound!

Also, there is a new emerged video (scene-photos below) of Saddam’s ex-lawyer who got kidnapped and killed by Abu Der’ra’s gang a while back. The video shows the last few minutes of his life with his captors before he was paraded to his death’s scene.

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Early indications

BC -

Our government has hand-twistedly decided to keep a United Nations watchdog IAMB to monitor the use of our oil wealth for another year, to reverse a 3 week old announcement that concluded the annulment of the mentioned agency.

The statement is “part of a US-drafted text extending the mandate of the occupying forces in Iraq until the end of 2007”!

Besides the somewhat defunct Oil ministry and the unregulated Oil laws, Iraq has failed to lure foreign Oil companies through the existing ‘cake-bite’ production sharing agreement. Out of the 80 nos. of Iraq’s Oil fields only 16 are operational.

“The decision was made at the request of governments donating money to Iraqi reconstruction!” said our deputy UN ambassador, Faisal Amin al-Istrabadi.

Our petite Mafiosos' affairs

[This post does not necessarily represent BC's views]:

“Al Thawra (Sadr) city has been devastated yet again with series of car bombs and more than 200 people have been instantly killed. The sectarian struggle will be extended to a full scale war, which… toot, toot!”

Aah, for some reason the radio transmission is interrupted, good. Hey, pissst; you want to know the real story? Here you go, meanwhile don’t forget to pop up the popcorns pack so you can enjoy the tale:

Our Mafioso affairs are some piece of an intriguing and convoluted work. And we’ve got some hot characters in them. Take for example the current Don Al-Jalabie’s quest for hunting down those who abducted the Iraqi-American soldier, who happened to be the nephew to the second man (Entifadh Qanbar) in Al Jalabie’s cartel (INC)

When Jaish Al Mahdi had cast off some of its members for illegal gangsters’ activities, those members (like Abu Der’ra whose two sons have been arrested) have looked for other payroll issuers. Some left for overseas training in Iran and others looked for local employers. Don Al Jalabie, however, has recruited many of them as rats in Al Thawra city. When other power-competing family – Al Hakimo - abducted that Iraqi-American soldier INC sprang into action.

Why Don Al Hakimo’s cartels (SCIRI-Badr) abducted Qhanbar’s nephew? Quite simple, Don Al Jalabie is Donito Muqty’s (Jaish Al Mahdi) ally. However, Don Al Hakimo and Donito Muqty loath each other to the teeth and nails.

Don Al Jalabie is the sole biz-channel to Donito Muqty with Iran and Don Al Hakimo would like to impose a prohibition to the arms flow from Iran to Al-Thawra city. Bear in mind, Al Hakimo is the biggest client to Iran and would like to keep it a monopoly.

Wait, it gets even better. When Don Al Hakimo’s cartels (SCIRI-Badr) abducted Qhanbar’s nephew they have managed to hide him in Al Thawra (Sadr) city! It turned out that Don Al Hakimo has recruited some of Jaish Al Mahdi’s renegade too, who use Al-Thawra city as a base!! Don Al Jalabie’s rats in the Al Thawra city have been trying to locate the hide out of that soldier, which constantly prompts the contracted federal forces and the pentagon to raid places in Al-Thawra city. Oh yes, Don Al Jalabie pays extra for the federal forces special missions. And unlike some abducted soldier from the Midwest by the name of John Borkowsky or whoever, who could end up dead meat & bones in some desolate street of Baquba because his parents could not utilize the US tax payers properly; Don Al Jalabie uses the CIA’s allocated tax money in the right direction.

While all this happening in Chicago, Oops, Baghdad streets, Al Dulaimi’s family (IAF cartels) is planning to settle scores with Donito Muqty (poor Muqty, everyone has a score to settle with!).

When the contracted federal forces are tipped by Don Al Jalabie’s rats in the Al-Thawra city for a smelly house, the forces move swiftly for a raid and during the commotion Al Dulaimi’s family find a gap into the city.

Al Dulaimi’s family is famous for car bombs. Car bombs were found in their strongholds several times but the government could not act. Also, Don Al Dulaimi (the twirling head) has strong links with El-Macho: Harith Al Dhari.

The problem too is that Donito Muqty has no control over his loose cats in his own backyard.

Out of this whole mess (streets crimes, districts Katyusha wars, etc) comes El Padrino’s role – Allawi. El Padrino is the current streets wise man or better said the self-redeemed man! He has hope in uniting the warring families. However, El Pardino is pending the ultimate green light from the highest chamber to alter the streets rules – the constitution!

What has happened and what happens at Baghdad airport was and is always an enigma. It’s an alien chamber to most Iraqis. Iraqis wouldn’t know anything even if Ahmedinejad and Ehuh Olmert meet there to decide the fate of Iraq. For instance, Blair has made 4 unreported visits to Iraq and Condoleezza has made even more. Other visitors included the German & Russian foreign ministries, also, a NATO official.

Baghdad airport, once again, will be a turning point for the Mafioso cartels. Who will come on top and survive the turmoil? Who will pull it through? No on knows; however, there is one thing we all know that tomorrow we will keep on counting our daily innocents death scores.

Hope you have enjoyed your pack of popcorns.

DNO

BC-

The Norwegian Oil Co. DNO has become the first foreign Oil Company that directly meddles with the fate of our country when it intends to start output from Iraq’s north Tawke field, which will be pumped (50,000.00 barrels/day) through the northern pipeline (built by Saddam) to Turkey in the first quarter of next year under a production sharing agreement exclusively signed with the Kurdish regional government, and in blunt defiance with Iraq’s Oil Minister Mr. Hussain Shahristani.

The move signals a new era in Iraq’s history when foreign up-stream Oil companies can boldly decide the contour of our country. DNO’s (its shares jumped nearly 11 percent!) decision to go ahead with the production will leverage the Kurdish future regional government’s independence. And while Halliburton couldn’t dare to make such pre-ops risk taking, ironically, the Iraqis find themselves being united under Halliburton’s decision to stick to contracts signed with the Iraqi central government rather than the so-called regional governments.

DNO’s production-sharing agreement will set the pace to form Oil produced states within the Iraqi country - A dejevue quite vivid amongst the neighboring Gulf States in the Arabian (Persian) Gulf.

Absolutely everybody

BC-

Security Source:

Absolutely all the warring parties, regional powers and perhaps the whole world are on Iraq’s current circus stage. The scene at the GZ is quite chaotic. There have not been as negative vibes and pulses coming from the Iraqi officials as they are precipitating today.

The occupying forces in Baghdad are still weighing out their options to put their mighty load on a supposedly favorite side in order the play the internecine differences right, and to eventually push for a new political power in order to quell the current mess.

There is lots of talk with the Sistanites in the south. Also, a senior American official was not so inclined towards the interior minister’s interrogation warrant issued for Mr. Al-Dhari.

In a unique development and reminiscing to the year 2004, a high official at the Jaish Al-Mahdi has reiterated his support for the resistance in Al Ramadi!

Things are as rotten as a buried egg.

Fly the friendly skies

Al Tarrar:

How would you like being flown with your family back home on board of a flag carrier while leisurely thumbing through a magazine, and the co-pilot gently announces a few minutes delay for landing pending traffic control clearance, while the pilot on his left is simultaneously receiving a nasty and hostile reply from the airport traffic control, informing him that his plane will be shot down if it ever gets closer to the runway? Definitely no one would like to be onboard that airplane.

Two months ago, and during a regular flight from Amman to Baghdad, Iraqi airways had run into a most unpleasant turbulence since that hijacking attempt back in 1986.

The incident, which was never reported of, took place when the airplane was descending into Baghdad (ex- Saddam) airport while simultaneously a high official from one of the occupying forces was flying in towards the same airport. The passenger airplane was denied landing clearance and was given an airspace red-lined coordination, which could not be breached; otherwise, a ground to air missile will bring her down instantly! The pilot of the airplane had to circle for 25 minutes between the two designated red-lined in what it seemed to be the longest 25 minutes of his entire life.

After circling a few times in this narrow airstrip the airplane was finally given the permission to land. On landing the pilot suffered from irregular heart beat and a few weeks later the copilot was diagnosed with high blood pressure. The passengers however had landed safely. This example gives you an idea about the low altitudes our pilots have to fly in order to reach higher skies.

The pilots association has been in contention with the Iraqi government regarding the revamping of the Iraqi airways fleet. The government, with the backing of the Americans, is pressing for second hand Boeing 747-SP airplanes at price tag of USD 20 millions/each, while the Iraqi pilots are favoring the brand new Brazilian made airplanes Embraer 195 at price tag USD 30 millions/each.

Pilots argue why paying USD 20 millions for a second hand airplane, whereas one could get a brand new one with competitive capacity and cheaper spare parts as well as low maintenance for USD 10 millions more?

So next time you are onboard and the airplane starts to circle for landing, just hope that you are nowhere near the friendly skies of Baghdad airport.

The importance of being Earnest

BC-

Characters:

Adnan: prominent political figure and future complacent
Faisal: future Iraq’s permanent envoy overseas
Samman: future Ambassador
Maysoon: Art connsieur and future ex-minister assistant
Solomon: rouge Art ‘collector’ and still is!

Scene: rented Koubassied luxurious villa (Koubassys are contractors who gained fortunes during Saddam’s rein) on the Emmirat Streets in the heart of Mansour district, Baghdad. Enter Mays holding a glass of dry Vin rouge Bordeaux 95 dressed in white colored Mango shirt, and a Selfridges black skirt, which holds her graceful figure down to the shin. Her make up resembles that of Laurel Bacall in her older age. She goes over to a mirror and looks abruptly at her ensemble. She then turned around and gives a sigh:

- Ah, I just love the taste of French wine in the fall season. It makes things feel quite sublime.

- Oh dear Mays, I just can’t understand it. (Ushers Solomon hurriedly and adds) How could I not find Saddam’s Matisse? I have garnered almost all his modern and contemporary art collections and I just couldn’t find that one in particular. His French art dealer said to him that his was the only extra copy of Matisse’s ‘the bather’.

- Did you go through Audy and Kussaiy’s?

- I did but not a shred of trace.

- Good God, Solomon, what makes you so sure that Saddam had that Matisse. He probably did not even know of Matisse. (Mays sits in an enormous leather armchair)

- He did not know?! (Solomon snubs back) For your information Saddam used to secretly travel to Paris to participate in art auctions and later would dine with president Chirac.

- Hmm (Mays takes a wine sip and listens nonchalantly)

- Oh Mays I beg you. Talk to your close American friends and tell them to help me outsource that piece of art. It is worth millions.

- The Americans! Do you honestly believe that those low-life cow boys know or feel anything about arts?

- Then what would I do, please?

- Ah, sayed (Mister) Solomon, did you complete your Saddam’s art collection? If so then when would you dig them out of the vault and display them to us? Big-bellied Samman walks in and addresses Solomon.

- How could I manage to complete anything? No one is willing to help as all they think about is their own problems. How selfish!

- Then you are asking the wrong people, Garcon.

A neatly-dressed waiter enters with complete uniform; shirt, bow tie, vest, and long black slacks.

- Yes Sir.

- Please fetch me a glass of the best Vodka there is. Do you have Absolut or Stolichanya?

- We have both, sir.

- Ah, I can see that Adnan is never short of the finest alcohol. Good, then get me Stolichanya with fresh orange juice. Don’t forget, I only like one scope of ice. Are you having anything Solomon?

- Yes I would like a glass of white wine, French that is.

- Very well, sirs. (The waiter walks out)

- So as I was saying, Solomon, you need to talk to the right people. Have you tried Zadeh’s Office?

- Zadeh!?!, If I did then he would have nipped it right out.

- (laughter) you’re probably right!

Adnan enters accompanied by Faisal.

- Dear Faisal, there is no need to worry about such tiny issue. (Adnan peers over his right shoulder and nods to Solomon and Samman)

- But all I m saying is that some people in the ex-governing counsel should know that we never said bombing Baghdad was like a music to our ears. Makkiya said that and we should make it clear to everyone. Besides, we refused to enter Iraq on back of an American tank (Faisal talks nervously)

- Please Faisal; you may upset Al Jalabie and that could mean the end of those lovely Iranian Cashew & Pistachios aperitifs that are served with our drinks. Garcon, don’t forget those lovely nuts too (Samman blurts out somewhat loudly)

- Dear Faisal, the Iraqis need to know the truth about everything even if it felt like taking a bitter medicine everyday (Adnan replies)

- Istath (higher addressable mister) Adnan, how good to see you again. (Mays gets up and walk over to Adnan and prints kisses on his both cheeks) You look wonderful.

- Mays, in this age I have to look wonderful at all time, otherwise, I am dead! Sorry I did not see you first.

- Oh, you’re exaggerating. By the way, since that story you told me of that wretched man at Grosvenor Victoria Casino in Edgware road and I can’t stop laughing. I can just imagine how you have emptied his pockets at the Poker game but yet he was still bragging about the few chips left in his hands.

- That’s why not everyone should sit at a Poker table. Only those who could weight out the other players’ hands can survive. (Adnan brings himself to an Italian leather sofa and makes himself comfortable) I wonder if the buffet is ready.

- speaking of wretched men, on the way over here we were stopped at a police check point and they all looked like those miserable Saddam’s warden faunas at my cell when I was in person. (Samman speaks feverishly.)

- Dear Samman, you spent a mere 4 days in jail during your struggle against the tyrant Saddam. How did you ever remember such details? (Faisal inquiries conceitedly)

- Those 4 days were the longest days in my life. I remember every little details; Garcon, what ever happened to those drinks, are you preparing Pachah? (boiled body parts of a lamp served with Arabic bread)

The waiter comes in with the drinks. He serves the guests and also serves Adnan his Amber Ale Beer.

- I love having my Beer before my siesta. It makes me sleep like a little baby and then I would wake ready to steer issues like a horse.

- You are not joining us at the Buffet?

- No dear, Mays, I will eat after my little nap. My nap is my secrete recipe to long life. Dear Samman, those wretched police you referred to are Iraqis as well and we need to see them as part of our reality landscape. Everything needs to be clear to everyone.

- You mean those shkulat (ugly faces) are Iraqis too. My God, I have no idea what have come of Iraq in the last 20 years? (Mays reacts nervously)

- Dear Mays, (Faisal Adds) not only that, have you seen how the average Iraqi behaves? They look like those who just stepped out of the caves after 50 years of sleep. Amazing! I look at them and I feel I am in some Amazonian far-reached land. I even take pictures for posterity.

- And we have come to teach them some decent, civilized manners and all we hear form them is complains and more complains. During Saddam’s rule they did not even dare to blurt sighs in public. Nouri Al_sayeed was right when he said Iraqis are a sewer manhole and that he was its lid. (Mays elaborates)

- Dear Mays, you should not be so dreadful about it. Iraqis need to see all those inside that sewer manhole too. They have to be honest about their social blocks and deal with it. Truth and honestly are vital to our new Iraq.

- Iraqis will not accept the truth unless it is financially transacted (Samman adds)

- (Faisal addressing Adnan) what are you going to do about those who insinuate that you have been receiving 2 millions US dollars a month from an Arabic country?

- Absolute rubbish. These are sinister elements in the government who want to undermined our political drive

- I’m afraid, Adnan, some earnests may think it is part of an irreversible truth and it may affect us all (Samman adds)

- Earnest people would never entertain such nonsense. What ever happened to the buffet?

It’s ready to be served Sir (the waiter confirms)

- Then I will take my glass of Chivas to the dining veranda. (Faisal decides)

The dining veranda over-looks a heated, semi-indoor swimming pool. The buffet table is placed opposite the waters and behind it there are well-dressed acolytes ready to serve. The seated tables around the pool are complete with table and silverware - even candelabrum, and soft summer chairs.

- Ah, what a wonderful ambience, Adnan. I am so tempted to take a plunge.

- You certainly can Mays. We even have swim suits if you need to borrow one.

- I’ll think about it after this lovely buffet, are you sure you cannot join us.

- Yes Mays. I will eat later. I’ll sit here for a while. It’s a beautiful afternoon. (Adnan sits in a chair under a parasol near the pool)

- Dear Mays, what’s your take on the issue. Would you help me (Solomon asks persistently)

- OK, Solomon, I will ask for a special museum convoy to escort you to Saddam’s several hideouts on the Kargha side, opposite Al Zawra

- Great, thank you so much Mays. Now I have an appetite for this magnificent buffet

The main buffet comprises of Iraqi smoked fish (Mazghouf), mixed Mashawie (chicken and lamb kebab), Ghouzie Mahshi (stuffed greasy lamp) and verities of salads and yogurt drinks. On the side tables there are Arabic Baklava sweets, and cakes. Besides the standard full bar drinks at the buffet; Martini rosso and Bourgogne red 1997 are served too.

Everyone dishes up its plate and take seats around the pool side tables. Adnan looks at the pool water and says:

- It’s all crystal clear under the sun. It is wonderful when everything is under the sun.

- It certainly is (Faisal replies)

- I wish Abdul Kareem Kasim was sitting just like us now before he toppled the monarchy. Had he done so would he have ever thought of doing what he did in 1958?

- Bon appetite (Mays says to everyone)

- Bon appetite (all replies)