Meanwhile, as everyone looks at the fixed up bodies, this is what's

going on in Iraq:

Amid Allied jubilation, a child lies in agony, clothes soaked in blood

http://www.belfasttelegraph.co.uk/iraqcrisis/warnews100.jsp

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"I want to talk to you," he shouted, his voice rising in fury. "Why do you British want to kill this little boy? Why do you even want to look at him? You did this – you did it!"

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I'll leave out the description of the flies that have been clustering round the wounds in the Kindi emergency rooms, of the blood caked on the sheets, the blood still dripping from the wounds of those I talked to yesterday. All were civilians. All wanted to know why they had to suffer. All – save for the incandescent youth who ordered me to leave the little boy's bed – talked gently and quietly about their pain. No Iraqi government bus took me to the Kindi hospital. No doctor knew I was coming.

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The man opens the palms of his hands, the way Arabs do when they want to express impotence. "What can we do?" they always say, but the man was silent. But I'm glad. How, after all, could I ever tell him that Safa Karim must die for 11 September, for George Bush's fantasies and Tony Blair's moral certainty and for Mr Wolfowitz's dreams of "liberation" and for the "democracy", which we are blasting our way through these people's lives to create?
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What a perversion of human nature Bush is. I hope he spends the rest of his life haunted by all the collateral damage (oops I mean dead human beings) he has caused.