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Monday, August 16, 2004This NetWar of Ours [EN]The buzz-word is loose-knit and then a few semantic horrors like organizational, empowerment to embellish the countless pages written about this war. Yet, can we win a war when one has first of all prove that it does exist? A sizable share of our enlightened elites will even deny its existence. Who are we, after all? The West? The USA+Europe+Japan three-legged organizers? Or the ones who can eat to their hearts’ content? Or the ones who can afford to vote, say, write, read and watch what they please? And, above all, who is the enemy?  Well, the current conflict started one day six years ago when a repentant sinner called Osama declared war upon Christians and Jews. So, I was a Christian, after all; to the astonishment of my neighborhood’s priest, I am a Christian. That's why that bearded zealot declared war on me: surrender or die. And he says that they (he and his buddies) will prevail over us (Christians and Jews and don't forget the Idolatrous) because we love life and they love death. And they are sort of winning, I’m afraid. And a sizable portion of people among us want them (i.e. Osama and his buddies) to win; or perhaps I’d better say they want our side to lose. So, its us and them, our side, their side. Again. And dear old Spain now has a prime minister that I’m not sure if he’s Chamberlein or Petain or Quisling or perhaps, after all, a nightmarish ghoulish postmodern version of Baron Samedi with a marketing degree. And France got a president that just pretends he doesn’t see, because he needs to keep the job in order nor to be convicted of misuse of public funds... Where are you, Tocqueville?  And Arafat's cronies sell 400,000 tones of cement to Sharon to build that wall of his. And somewhere in the distance a doctor tells mothers in Nigeria no to vaccinate their children against polio because the vaccine contains a poison that makes Muslim little girls infertile. An American conspiracy, you know. Anyway, better crippled for life than saved by the unbeliever's science.
Welcome to the end of History, mind you, go and get yourself a gun, if you happen to know how the weapon to win this one looks like, and meet me in the info-sphere. John Arquilla is already there (mixing up the medicine, Dylan'd say) and Qiao-Liang is sharpening his pencil. In any event, here you have the link to Arquillas The Advent of Netwar
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