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Give pizza a chance
If pictures of junk-food-deprived, Skittles-munching soldiers on TV bring a tear to your eye, there’s hope. A program now exists in Israel and the Mideast to send pizza and pop to Israeli soldiers in the Occupied Territories as well as U.S. troops throughout the Gulf region. Web sites www.pizzaIDF.org and www.GIpizza.com make it as easy as pie to send the snacks, but we’re not sure about their delivery slogan: “45 minutes or you’re dead.” And won’t tiny little cars coursing through the desert with illuminated “On delivery” signs give away the soldiers’ positions? We’d rather give all soldiers a ticket back home instead of free dipping sauce, extra pop and a moistened towelette.
Senseless censors Sad to see the Canadian Jewish Congress and B’nai Brith lining up against free speech. The two groups will speak at the CRTC against a plan to make Qatar-based news channel Al-Jazeera available on digital TV. We’ve suffered through CNN’s biased war coverage, and it’s clear we need the balance of an Arab perspective. To the two censoring groups: thanks, but we’d like to see for ourselves if the station is “hateful.”
Baghdad booboo
Oopsie. American troops accidentally revealed their government’s true intentions for Iraq as they rolled into Baghdad Wednesday. As U.S. soldiers helped Iraqis topple a Saddam statue, a hopped-up recruit covered the dictator’s head with a Yankee flag. It was a sickening image that had Pentagoners pissing themselves at this unintended preview of the U.S. domination intended for post-war Iraq.
Eckler undressed
To all who’ve stopped reading the National Post in droves, here’s the latest on the daily’s longest-running story. Rebecca Eckler By Rebecca Eckler now heads apace to her impending deflowering, er, wedding. While other journalists write about, you know, war and stuff, Eckler has descended into such full-scale self-absorption that even brides are blushing. Her search for a wedding dress in this week’s Post celebrates the low cost of $7,000 and $4,000 gowns amidst the kind of fawning over The Fiancé that gives commitment a bad name.
Violent pro-war wailing
Strange career trajectory for one-time street-performing good-time guy Graeme Kirkland. Kirkland used to be a Queen Street fixture banging on drums and industrial buckets for bucks. He’s moved on to financial advising but has kept the music alive with an annual Christmas fundraiser. Yet Kirkland’s glad tidings don’t extend to the people of Iraq or local peace activists. He’s unleashed a foul-mouthed shock-and-awe e-mail and letter-writing campaign attacking Artists Against the War and its supporters. Violent language from a guy who supports the war.
