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As
I drove into work one morning, along a rain swept motorway in the
heartland of British suburbia, I wondered what it must feel like to
be the citizen of a country whose administration is rapidly becoming
an international laughing stock.
The
prompt for this line of thinking was the morning radio broadcast
heaping scorn and derision upon the Bush administration for its
latest dictate that aircraft passengers should be discouraged from
queuing for the toilet. Evidently unregulated hopping from foot to
foot outside the tiny cubicles that pass for rest rooms on long haul
aircraft poses a terrorist threat. Milling around, according to the
report, is also on the list of unacceptable activities which should
please the health lobby who actively encourage passengers to exercise
during long flights to avoid contracting deep vein thrombosis. Could
it be that the real raison d'être for this apparent display of
paranoia is to provide an Air Marshal with a clear line of fire to
ensure that he can take out any would-be hijacker, and the aircraft
control lines, with a single bullet?
That
a President from Texas should insist on airlines including such
armed guards on aircraft stirs up visions of the traditional western
gun fight where two surly gun slingers exchanged snake eyes before
the bad guy - the one in the black hat - was summarily despatched to
a luxury ensuite plot under Boot Hill. Not that this scenario would
work on any modern aircraft as the aisles are too narrow for gun
slinging, and the crew would of course insist on finishing the drinks
service first, already having their hands full with passengers
dashing by as their numbers came up on the 'toilet vacant' indicator.
No, the protagonists would have to wait until everybody was fed,
watered, and bathroomed before any such nonsense could take place.
And we would have to use the bathroom before landing otherwise our
finger prints on our otherwise grubby hands would not show up clearly
when we arrived at US immigration.
And
arrive we do in droves because the UK enjoys a special relationship
with the US, giving us all the benefits of shared wars and visa
waiver programmes. This latter facility relieves us of the burden of
queuing up at the US Embassy in London - a great place to get to if
you live anywhere north of Birmingham - filling in detailed forms,
and handing over hard earned cash to get our passports stamped with
the American seal of approval. That is of course if we have machine
readable passports by October 2004 which our Government tells us will
not be achieveable. In which case we will have to spend hours
travelling to London to spend many more hours filling in forms
promising that we are model citizens who have never done anything
naughty, and that we will carry enough money - do you take Euros? -
to pay our way. Finally giving our solemn oath, with hand on heart,
that we will return to the land of Blair after enjoying the
hospitality of the fifty States, having previously had that hand
fingerprinted and pictures taken just to be sure. Goodness, just
imagine what we might have faced if we did not have our special
relationship with the land of the free?
Not
that we will be able to afford foreign travel much longer because,
according to the International Monetary Fund, the US will soon owe
the world as much as 40% of its total economy. No problem, say the
Washington spokes persons, the numbers are not significant, and
anyway we have 'a plan'. Glad to hear it, and please don't worry that
global interest rates are currently at an all time low, which can
only increase the cost of servicing America's overwhelming debts over
time. Don't even think about the weakening dollar that will make it
increasingly difficult to repay foreign debts whatever happens to the
cost of loans, and feel free to completely dismiss the baby boomers
whose pension demands will place an intolerable burden on the badly
weakened US economy within the next ten years. Assuming of course
that there is still an economy left after paying the bill for
rebuilding and stabilising Iraq.
But
as with any good story we should go for the big finish, and in this
case we have the recent news that the Bush administration has just
withdrawn 400 weapons experts from Iraq because they could not find
the legendary weapons of mass destruction. This is only a minor
problem because although such weapons were touted on both sides of
the Atlantic as forming the lynch pin of the decision to invade a
sovereign power, the real reason it subsequently transpired, was to
rid that country of the nasty Mr Hussein and his cronies. The fact
that there are far worse regimes around the world who oppress their
people more severely and pose a proven, immediate threat to world
peace - Libya, Burma and North Korea come to mind - is not important.
And Iraq's huge oil supplies, the potential for billions of dollars
worth of business for the administration's industrial friends, and
the strategic foothold that the US now has in the Middle East played
no part in the equation. That reasoning is understood by everyone in
the international community, especially by certain members of the
British Government and the Peter Pan Is Real club.
Which
is why, as I extricated myself from the sodden highway, turned into
the puddle laden car park of my current employer and turned off my
car radio, I looked past the lazy motion of my windshield wipers and
decided that the cold, grey skies of the UK were not so bad after all. |