Bomb to kill BB was tied to a baby (Dec 15th)

[The Straight Story]

Bomb to kill BB was tied to a baby
Saturday, December 15, 2007

* Former premier says she was worried about the baby getting dropped or hurt

By Khalid Hasan

WASHINGTON: Former prime minister Benazir Bhutto has said that the bomb attack on her homecoming procession was carried out by a man who was holding up a baby who was rigged up with explosives and whom he wanted her to hold.

Had she just at that moment not bent to loosen her shoes because of her swollen feet, she would have been dead, Benazir told the Washington Times.

Benazir was worried: According to the account published in the newspaper on Friday, a man approached her armoured truck, trying to hand across a small child. She gestured for the man to come closer. The child was about one or two. The man who was carrying it, kept trying to hand it to people to hand it to her. “I’m a mother, I love babies, but the (street lights) had already gone out, and I was worried about the baby getting dropped or hurt,” she said.

“The baby, the bomb, it went off only feet from me; there was nothing between us but the wall of the truck. We were rocking from side to side, this huge truck. We saw the bodies, the blood everywhere; we saw the carnage. Some bodies were naked, with their clothes burned off,” she added.

http://www.dailytimes.com.pk/default.asp?page=2007%5C12%5C15%5Cstory_15-12-2007_pg7_58

Pretty sad all the way around.

[Marrah_G]

1. That is just sick...it really is.

[maxsolomon]

2. from Apolcalypse Now:

KURTZ
" I've seen horrors...horrors that you've seen. But you have no right to call
me a murderer. You have a right to kill me. You have a right to do that...But
you have no right to judge me. It's impossible for words to describe what is
necessary to those who do not know what horror means.
Horror. Horror has a face...And you must make a friend of horror. Horror and
moral terrorare your friends. If they are not then they are enemies to be feared.
They are truly enemies. I remember when I was with Special Forces...Seems
a thousand centuries ago...We went into a camp to innoculate the children.
We left the camp after we had innoculated the children for Polio, and this old
man came running after us and he was crying. He couldn't see. We went
back there and they had come and hacked off every innoculated arm. There
they were in a pile...A pile of little arms. And I remember...I...I...I cried...
I wept like some grandmother. I wanted to tear my teeth out. I didn't know what I
wanted to do. And I want to remember it. I never want to forget it. I never want
to forget. And then I realized...like I was shot...Like I was shot with a
diamond...a diamond bullet right through my forehead...And I thought:
My God...the genius of that. The genius. The will to do that. Perfect,
genuine, complete, crystalline, pure. And then I realized they were
stronger than we. Because they could stand that these were not
monsters...These were men...trained cadres...these men who fought with
their hearts, who had families, who had children, who were filled with
love...but they had the strength...the strength...to do that. If I had ten
divisions of those men our troubles here would be over very quickly. You
have to have men who are moral...and at the same time who are able to
utilize their primordal instincts to kill without feeling...without passion...
without judgement...without judgement. Because it's judgement that
defeats us. "