Iraq: US dirty tricks

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Kevin Sites in Iraq -- "Toppled"

How did things turn so bad so quickly--in which a scattered insurgency gains broader support and the coalition Shiite alliance begins to crack? Some critics say it's a combination of a year of mismanagement by the Coalition Provisional Authority in which the lives of most Iraqis have not improved much since the reign of Saddam Hussein and the hardball tactics of occupation military forces that are alienating the people they were intending to help.

One member of a Ramadi-based Sunni insurgent cell who calls himself "Continuous Jihad" says the Coalition hasn't delivered on anything. "They break into houses in the middle of the night and arrest innocent people," he says, "and they've given us less then we had under Saddam. People are jobless, they distort our religion, and they're taking our oil and living in Saddam's palaces. Nothing has changed. They've become like him, yet they pretend they're here to help us."

Kevin Sites: back *from* Iraq, here's
his latest.

It is the eve of Eid or the end of the Ramadan and the end of the month long dawn to dusk fasting for many Muslims. It is a time of celebration on par with Christmas for Christians. But the night has begun with a bang. Literally. An IED (improvised explosive device) has exploded just outside the north gate of the 4th Infantry Division's headquarters. I hop in the back of Bressette's Humvee as the patrol heads out to investigate. Bressette gets on his two-way and in the guise of a flight attendant giving the pre-flight briefing, tells the squad the plan. (...)

I videotape Bressette as he walks back to his Humvee with the 1-22's commanding officer Lt. Col. Steve Russell. They at the curb to discuss what's next, when Bressette looks down. He sees something strange; wires sticking out of a concrete block. Suddenly this inert object is filled with potential energy.

"Sir, we better back up," Bressette says, already doing the moonwalk away from the block. "We're standing next to an IED!" The Humvee shoots forward away from the bomb, while the rest of back away. The concrete block has been hollowed out and is packed with enough plastic explosives to kill us. Bressette just shakes his head, still in disbelief that all of us, the Colonel, Bressette and his squad, myself and reporter named Betsy Heil from the Pittsburgh Tribune, were all standing next to a device that could've taken our lives within a fraction of a second.

Kevin Sites bl0g from Iraq: Road to
Nowhere

We will take four humvees on this trip, including a gun truck or technical with a mounted 240 SAW, squad assault weapon and about 20 marines carrying M-16 and M4 assault rifles. As the captain speaks, the marines pass out smoke grenades that could be used to obscure a disabled vehicle from enemy fire. They also pass out fragmentation grenades, olive green orbs with strips of red duct tape wrapped around the handles to keep them from exploding in case the pin is pulled inadvertently.

The captain (who doesn't wanted to be identified by name) reads off a checklist that covers everything from the military grid coordinates for our travel to recent intel on enemy forces in the area, radio frequencies and procedures if we come under attack. "I'm not reading this for my own amusement," he says gruffly, "if something happens to me or Gunny you want to know how to get back so you better be fucking writing it down."

Kevin Sites bl0g from Iraq: Hilla SWAT

We've been up since 3am--waiting for Hilla SWAT. It's now 4:30. Despite their annoyance--the Force Recon squad from the 24th Marine Expeditionary Unit seems extremely patient--at least around Kuni Takahashi, a photographer for the Chicago Tribune and me. Instead they look at their watches--bullshit each other about their individual depravities--like masturbating in sweat socks. Typical life details at a military FOB or forward operating base in Iraq.

These marines at FOB Kalsu still sleep in tents, shit in porta-johns, live in the dirt. This is no Camp Victory green zone paradise with guys chilling in air-conditioned trailers and eating at the Bob Hope Dining Facility--a zeppelin hangar of a building just down the road from Baghdad International Airport. Everyone here has heard the stories--or maybe, been on a convoy through the green zone, briefly glimpsed the way that other half lives. They piss and moan about it--but don't denounce its existence. They are, after all, Americans--it's about aspirations--still believing that hard work and perseverance may someday get you to the Promised Land.

Kevin Sites returns to Iraq, new photos
and essays from Baghdad

"These families of a rural neighborhood called Albo Eatha, south of Baghdad, were awakened at dawn by the 82nd Airborne's Alpha Company, 2nd Platoon, so their houses could be searched and their cooperation requested in stopping insurgent activities. Despite the early hour, the woman and children seemed cheerful. The imposition became an opportunity for them to socialize -- while helicopters and jet fighters flew overhead."

Links: Photos: Women and Children of Albo Eatha, and Coming Home Essay. Discussion forum here.

Kevin Sites Iraq bl0g: "Paying Back in
Blood"

When he was nine years old Carlos Gomez crossed the Rio Grande from Mexico to the U.S. with his father, mother and two sisters. They had heard stories about the opportunities in America, dreamed about them, wanted them so badly they ran through oncoming traffic on the 805 freeway to get to them. They didn't stop until they reached San Diego. Fear, fatigue and La Migra slowly fading into the southern horizon like their homeland.

They stayed. Dealt with the slurs--beaners, greasers, wetbacks. Overcame them. Paid back America's opportunities with hard, menial labor. Made a fraction of what citizens and legal immigrants made--but never complained.

And 12 years later, in Falluja, Iraq, Marine Lance Corporal Gomez would pay it back again--but this time with his blood.

Latest Kevin Sites bl0g-post from Iraq:
Hearts and Mines

"Well sir, it's been a rough deployment. This -- then the stuff at home -- my wife's probably cheated on me 15 times," he shakes his head and takes a long drag from the stub of his cigarette. Many of the men we see tonight are doing a version of the same thing, smoking -- shaking their heads.

"I looked around town today," one lieutenant told me, "I was hoping to find someone doing something bad, somebody I could hurt -- but there wasn't one. Just people that needed my help."

It's just that kind of mission whiplash that has confused and demoralized so many troops in Iraq. Soldiers are ordered to go on a night patrols or raids--where danger can lurk at every corner or behind every door -- and life and death decisions have to be made within the hair-fraction of time it takes to pull the trigger on M4 assault weapon -- then the next day, they're told to monitor the selection of a new local mayor or to rebuild a school.

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Audb log post: crossing the border into northern Iraq
I'm calling in from the highly-guarded border of Iran and Kurdistan. A truck is waiting for us to transport CNN staff, our personal belongings, and our television gear into kurd-controlled northern Iraq. We're crossing into this region to cover the northern front of a potential war with Iraq, in an area dense with oil-rich fields along the northern no-fly-zone.

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I've been thinking about going home to see the family I've not seen for nearly 3 years, but the presidential election's circus-like slimefest and fear-mongering, like the 'nuclear terror' special CNN ran tonight, gives me a migraine at the thought of entering American airspace since I figure if I don't get bombed out of the sky or get trapped in the US if something like a dirty bomb did happen, I'd get the "Welcome to Gitmo" travel package from the US customs guards when I refuse the anal probe on presentation of my passport. Dammit, I want to go home and have some Ted Drewe's frozen custard before they close for the season and get some real damn BBQ that you just can't get anywhere else even though plenty of places on the planet try to fake it. I dream sometimes about a big, thick, juicy porterhouse steak and cornbread. I crave food, folks and fun but, in spite of whatever the US media crackheads have been smoking to report 'the world being safer' thanks to the US military, out here in reality I'm just not sure that my desire to visit home exceeds my desire to not get in the way of some wackos when tensions are clearly on the rise. Perhaps I need to send a telegram to the people of America.

YO, AMERICA, NO ONE GIVES A SHIT ABOUT WHO SERVED WHERE AND WHEN AS DUMBYA HAS ALREADY BEEN PROVEN A LIAR AND HIS RATINGS STILL ARE BETTER THAN KERRYS STOP SHUT UP ABOUT THE FUCKING TYPOGRAPHY AND AUTHENTICITY OF THE STUPID FUCKING NATIONAL GUARD DOCUMENTS ALREADY STOP IT AINT HELPING STOP REALLY STOP PLEASE START ASKING QUESTIONS ABOUT SHIT THAT MATTERS LIKE EDUCATION, ECONOMICS AND MAKING NICE WITH THE REST OF THE WORLD NOW THAT EVERYONE HATES US AND MOST OF US LIVING OUTSIDE THE US PRETEND TO BE CANADIANS WHEN ASKED [EXCEPT IN FINLAND DURING WORLD HOCKEY FINALS] STOP MAYBE TALK ABOUT ALL THE DEAD BODIES OR SOMETHING STOP ANYTHING ASIDE FROM THE COMPLETELY POINTLESS AND UTTERLY AGGRAVATING IDIOTIC EXERCISE IN TRYING TO OUTSNAGGLE THE SPIN MACHINE STOP GEORGIE WAS AN ALCOHOLIC DRUNK DRIVING COKE SNORTING LOSER WHOSE DADDY GOT HIM WHERE HE IS TODAY STOP GET OVER IT AS HE IS AN UPSTANDING CITIZEN COMPARED TO MOST FOLKS THESE DAYS STOP PLEASE SEND CHEEZE-ITS AND CORNDOGS STOP MY HEAD IS GOING TO EXPLODE BEFORE NOVEMBER STOP

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Dirty Spyware Trickery

I had to remove some nasty spyware yesterday from an employee's home machine. It was an IE search toolbar (I'm not going to say the name since I'd rather take a shotgun blast to the face than give them any publicity) that generated a JavaScript error when this app tried to secretly send the search terms to a remote URL.

While troubleshooting, I noticed an odd phenomenon: I couldn't get through to any anti-spyware sites to download anything. I'd get "Page Not Available" errors. CNN came up fine, but sites like Lavasoft and even GRC just wouldn't work.

Ad-Aware was already installed, so I fired it up and had it check for updates. It came back very quickly and said no updates were available. I was suspicious because I knew this employee wasn't in the habit of running Ad-Aware (hence her problem).

Then it hit me: I'd fallen for the oldest trick in the book — a hacked HOSTS file. I cracked it open, and — sure enough — the app had written a list of perhaps 200 anti-spyware sites and sent them off into oblivion (127.0.0.2, 127.0.0.3, etc.). So it wasn't that Ad-Aware had the latest data file, it was that it coudln't contact its mothership for an update (you think it would have thrown an error message rather than just announcing that no updates were available).

In the end, this was a nasty one to get rid of. You needed to fix the HOSTS file, shut off all start-up tasks, reboot in Safe Mode, delete the executables (in a hidden directory, naturally), and put dummy files in their place, named the same and set to read-only.

A real mess, but that HOSTS file thing was what really got me. How friggin' slimy can you get? And this wasn't a blantant malware app on the surface — it made all sorts of claims that it provided "important benefits" to the user and that it wasn't spyware.

So, why exactly do you need to prevent the user from visiting a site that may help them uninstall you, again? I feel so naive.

How "private" became a dirty word

Here's Josh Marshall's reprint of the transcript of a Washington Post interview with Bush, in which he complains that a questioner who used the "p" word was "editorializing." The reporter then points out that Bush himself used the word just a couple months ago. (Here's the full Post transcript.)

The administration is trying to play the same game with the AARP. When the senior citizens' lobby produced a poll that showed wide opposition to Bush's plans to begin dismantling of Social Security as we know it, the GOP complained that the poll was "skewed by politics." Why? The poll dared to use the "p" word. (More on this from Marshall and Matthew Yglesias.)

This desperate effort to hide the truth by renaming it is as futile as it is comical: It's a perfect instance of "Don't think of an elephant" (or, for Fawlty Towers fans, John Cleese's classic "Don't mention the war!" routine). The more pressure the White House puts on Americans to stop thinking of the proposal as "privatizing," the more opportunity they give opponents to point out that that's exactly what it is -- and to ask why the Republicans are running from an accurate description of their idea.

Any time you hear a Bush supporter protest that "No one is talking about dismantling Social Security, just reforming it!," you can show them this quotation from a prominent advocate for the president's plan (from Sunday's Times Week in Review):

That doesn't sound like "reform," now, does it? It sounds like the violent release of 70 years of conservative Republican hatred of Social Security and resentment at its success and popularity. In this view, Social Security is not part of a "safety net," at all; Moore wants us to associate the retirement program to which we've all been contributing all our working lives instead with "welfare," a word so unpopular we banished it from the political vocabulary in the mid-'90s. If you want your Social Security, Moore's saying, you're a freeloader! You just want a handout! You're a welfare queen!

Somehow I don't think that message will be very popular. Unlike welfare, Social Security is a program that most middle-class Americans have personal experience with, either themselves or through members of their families. This is one part of the far-right agenda that even Bush and Rove may not be able to re-frame, re-label, re-brand and sell.

The original user of the "soft underbelly" metaphor, of course, was Winston Churchill, who was talking about trying to get at Hitler by invading Italy. Putting aside the Godwin's Law implication here (Moore equating Social Security with Nazism?), it's worth noting that the "soft underbelly of Europe" turned out to be a lot tougher to jab than the Allies imagined. Social Security may similarly prove to have a tougher hide than its enemies think.

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