ON THE COUNT OF THREE, YOU WILL WAKE UP!
La Prensa Hispana
For several years now we have been hypnotized into believing there were no weapons of mass destruction in Iraq. Ambassador Wilson even became the darling of the media by refuting the yellow cake shopping spree Saddam had spearheaded. There have been inquiries, hearings, law suits and countless stories about the falsehoods associated with the weapons of mass destruction. Bush lied, every single person associated with the Bush administration had it all wrong . . so goes the story.
A little blurb appeared on Fox News this week that is reminiscent of the Wizard of Oz , “pay no attention to the man behind the curtain”. Who in fact can we believe and trust anymore? I don’t know the answer to that but I do know somebody is lying. The news is this: “Teams of scientists and highly skilled nuclear waste experts and technicians are in the process of packing and shipping 550 metric tons of Yellow Cake Uranium from Iraq to Canada for processing. The 550 metric tons of Yellow Cake Uranium in Iraq could have been processed into 128 nuclear weapons had Saddam been allowed to continue to pursue such end results.”
The question for all of us is, do we continue with the hypnotic trance and Bush bashing or do we allow ourselves to face reality as it was and is? A ton according to the math I grew up with was equal to 2000 pounds. A metric ton I suppose is in the same neighborhood. According to my faithful Radio Shack calculator, 550 metric tons translates into (1,212,542) one million, two hundred twelve thousand, five hundred and forty two pounds of yellow cake nuclear bomb making uranium.
Should that be considered weaponry massive enough or do we continue the illusion? Global warming has already affected all of us and has caused our nation to become delusional. The next time you hear the mantra about weapons of mass destruction being non-existent in Iraq, pause for a moment and ask yourself, “what reason would this naïve person have for blatantly lying to us?” Unless of course, your preference is to keep your head stuck where it is now; your cries for “change” may sound a bit hollow if not in fact muffled.