The plan seemed fairly certain. Take hundreds of millions from the Government, launder it through a labyrinth of international real estate deals, and let the money rest in several unmarked bank accounts built to hide this exact sort of activity. This, of course, was unveiled some time ago with the leak of the Panama Papers, a 11 Million documents that revealed thousands of elite around the world involved in plainly unethical, and almost everywhere illegal, activity. I guess it may not be that simple, but it is par the course for men like Pakistan’s Prime Minister Mian Muhammad Nawaz Sharif. In fact, while this leak revealed the involvement of many, the list of those held accountable for it is not that long. So where did Prime Minister Sharif go wrong?
For three years ISIS has controlled Mosul, Iraq, and for nine months Iraqi forces have fought desperately to take it back.
This week that campaign ended, with ISIS forces being expelled from the ancient city. There is much work still to do, land to take, people to free, and peace is still not guaranteed, but it marks an important moment in the Iraqi’s people fight for their country.
Graveyard Blues is a poem as a song. A plain rhyme scheme, with words repeating for the majority of each stanza, makes the feelings, particularly the pain, expressed all the more felt.
What makes a tough job and a tough person. When I hear that, I mostly think of coal miners and steel workers, male dominated industries that are dirty, dangerous, and punishing. It’s hard for me to think of tougher jobs than those. But they’re not alone in their difficulty and grime, the only difference is that they are, perhaps, even more forgotten and taken for granted.
Clean, Cleaner, Cleanest is a wonderful short story by Sherman Alexie about the life and career of a motel maid, who, to me, is the very definition of tough.
Like clockwork, fear of the next great war between the established power (United States) versus the rising power (China) is gossiped and rumored. Particularly, this theory has been given new popularity, and relevance, due to the observations of the 2000+ year old Thucydides of Athens.
However, in an excellent essay, Ian Buruma strongly challenges the assertion that a war between China and the United States is inevitable.
This post may have gotten away from me, but I really am fascinated and struck by the poetry of World War One poet Edward Thomas. Really, there is so much great poetry from the era, and I may touch on others later, but Edward Thomas, I believe, deserves a special and sustained focus. While conflict…
The world won’t probably end tomorrow, next month, or this year. But you can’t say it is without chance, however unlikely, that somehow, someway our civilization will collapse over hours, natural or by intention.
At least, that is a risk that some consider and plan for, particularly billionaires with oodles of unused cash and resources at their disposal. For a family with more money than they can possibly spend in their lives, what is a few million to buy an island, build a house on that island, and plan for it to be your family’s haven if the world were to end?
If you could live forever, would you?
For some that’s all you need to ask for them to know the answer: yes. 100%, fully and truly yes.
I am far more skeptical, but its not surprising to me that others are without doubt. Death is the antagonist of all of our stories. If you could conquer it by taking a prescribed dosage of pills every day, wouldn’t you?