Saturday, 6 September 2008

Getting a Line on #159

159. Arsoev Sadul Severyanovich, was born in 1950 He was killed in the bombardment of the city. Place of burial unknown. This is one of the hundreds of names compiled by Osettian authorities, victims of the Georgian aggression of the previous week. This one in particular caught my eye only because he was born the same year as me. Is that so terribly significant, you may ask?  Well, in a way it is. The guy was just as old as me, living as quiet and unobtrusive life as I, no doubt, thinking of his health, his income and family and friends when one morning out of the blue a shell bursts in upon him and he dies, probably not even understanding what has happened. And all because a mad little man named Saakashvili decided to act on a sinister impulse to exert control over people who have no desire to be controlled by him. Could I imagine such a brutal end to my own life? Given the way the USA is acting today, like a vast, monstrous exaggeration of its puppet state of Georgia, the prospect of Canadians one day awaking to a bombshell breakfast from the south is becoming less and less a fantasy and more and more a fore-ordained nightmare. We're all Osettians now.

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