Oil-For-Food, the human comedy
All the media congragated in Crawford would be having a more pleasant Summer if they stayed in the big city and spent a little time reading up and reporting on O-F-F. I’m sure Pres. and Mrs. Bush love their home in Crawford, but, unless I were staying as their guest, the appeal of a very small, very hot, very uninteresting town “out there” in the boondocks pales in comparison to the attractions of the city.
Never mind that there’s an actual story to report in O-F-F. For starters, it’s the biggest fraud in all of mankind’s 10,000 years of history.
M., who lives in Phoenix but grew up in the big city and, while she’s not a journalist, has been following the story, just emailed me Mark Steyn latest. Mr. Steyn tells of the doings of Kofi, Kojo, and Kobina Annan, along with Michael Wilson, Benon Sevan, Alexander Yakovlev, Maurice Strong, Tongsun Park, Sheikh Yamani, and Louise Frechette. The list of names revealed so far is beginning to look like something out of Balzac. Steyn even recalls
Clare Short’s marvellously loopy phrase, the UN’s “moral authority”
Ah, moral authority again, that convenient phrase of our times. Steyn asks,
The other day I sat behind a car from Massachusetts bearing the bumper-sticker “War is Never the Answer”. Well, it depends on the question. In this case, without the war, we wouldn’t even be asking the questions. Without the paper trail in Baghdad, who would have mustered the will to look into Oil-for-Food and see it through to the point where it’s brought down a clutch of career UN bigwigs?