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June 16, 2007

No Blood For Oil

Well folks, in the odd moments the Editorial Staff can snatch from propping up this illegal, immoral war for oil so her poor, victimized husband can continue to cram our piteous mouths with distressful bread, she occasionally manages to check her email.

Remember Matt Sanchez?

Hey Cassandra, I'm in Fallujah as a media embed.

Darn the Shrub. The Victims TM just keep piling up:

For years, I’ve heard the fantastic tales of untapped black wealth beneath the sun-beaten Iraqi earth. So, when the mayor of Fallujah insisted he had no gas to run school and hospital generators, I had to ask the obvious question, where's the gas?

From day one, we've seen the slogan "No war for oil" painted on makeshift signs and held up in different languages. Kein Blut für Öl smeared on the boulevards of Berlin, but the streets of Fallujah are empty as the mayor of the city of a thousand mosques has declared a city-wide ban on automobiles after a vee-bed bomber killed over 30 people who were attending a funeral. At the weekly Fallujah City Council meeting, Pic_0153members representing the city services, hospitals, engineers and police all had plans for securing Fallujah and preventing future attacks on the civilian population. There were suggestions for new barriers, promises of round the watch patrols and different procedures designed to prevent the infiltration and threatening of health clinic employees. There was just one thing missing to make it all happen--the fuel!

The mayor of the city of Fallujah, a young man whose life is constantly threatened, was happy to receive the gift of an armored truck. Now he was going to be able to get to the various meetings without having to mobilize a military squad, but right after the government agent handed him the keys he asked if he could bum some gas.

Lt. Colonel Mullen, Battalion Commander of the 2nd Battalion, 6th Marines out of Camp Lejeune was not buying it. "We've registered over 100 fuel trucks going Pic_0213through various checkpoints and into the city, where's all the fuel going?" Everyone I've asked, Iraqi Police, members of the civil affairs unit, interpreters, shop owners and even grunts on the ground all have a different variation of the same answer, different shades of "I don't know." But everyone has an idea what is done with the fuel. It shows in the city infrastructure.

Since the aging city powergrid is insufficient for a population with increasing electrical needs, almost every block has a private generator. Like an oversized spiderweb, extension cords and improvised wiring bring electricity to many homes . Those generators run on gasoline and the gasoline somehow makes its way to the owners of those generators who collect money from the homes that feed off the system. A similar makeshift distribution system is how fuel gets to the roadside stands and kids sell it in plastic jugs like pink lemonade. There's something fishy going on, and it's possible the revenue rasied through evaporated gasoline is making its way to fuel the insurgency.

Outside the Wire is pure magic - chock full of pictures and well written prose.

Read it all. Good stuff. And bookmark :)

Posted by Cassandra at June 16, 2007 04:08 PM

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I perused it; looks like the "real deal".

I'll add it to the links at my blog...not that anyone ever looks at that, anyway.

Posted by: camojack at June 18, 2007 01:29 AM

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