The intensity increases as the bombs begin to drop

I took about 88 pictures yesterday afternoon and evening, that are at http://www.hawaga.org.uk/antiwar/

You guys are all dupes.

Shouldn't PETA get involved when they paint a poor cow red for their own nefarious purposes? The poor cow had no choice.

your a cop I can smell it. !

who is being aggressive/offensive/snide

and then ask why

i send you this article i've translated into english. it has been published by la repubblica, the main italian daily newspaper. it mirrors the feeling of billions of people all over the world, i think also of the majority of the americans. please feel free spread it to your friends. i think that your country isn't democratical, because less than a half of the citiziens vote. you have to fight because a non democratical country takes dangerous decisions like this war. dangerous for you common citizens for the reaction that your foreign policy will determine. you cannot continue any longer spreading your nuclear waste over the people, in the sea and the air: you are committing suicide and killing the world. you have to fight to change this because our fathers have been exploited by you for a life, we are exploited too and i think that the usa cannot speak about freedom if don't allow our sons not to be exploited.

FORT QUIET'S SPEECH

AMERICANS the time is here of irrevocable decisions.

Someone unilaterally raised doubts about my mental health. I'll prove

they wrong with this clear speech, written by myself. God inspired me

and Rumsfeld explained me how to grab the biro.

We cannot wait any longer jeopardizing world's peace. If our

ancestors had waited, America nowadays would have been under redskin

rule and there would have been a bloodthirsty Apache named "Little

Bramble" or "Buffalo W. Junior" in place of me.

It's time for the American federalism to find its true vigour again

and for the warlike Texan spirit to clear out thievish Manhattan's

centralism and southerner Californians. I cannot accept unwarlike

diplomacy's vetos anymore.

America must carry the world on its back. If the world falls, never

mind.

I inform yo! u with infinite and preventive enthusiasm that American

troops set on dictator Saddam's Iraq.

Our men are the best in the world and in just a few weeks we will

bring peace to that anguished country. Modern American war

technology, joint with Tony's - my pitbull - perfect training, and

geometrical power of Italian railways' network, is in motion and

nothing could stop it.

We didn't wait for United Nations because Saddam's and Osama's

accomplices nest just there, the French in particular.

We have proofs of a crowded and well trained Islamic base, on the

seaside, ready to harbour vessels filled up with chemical weapons.

The secret base's name is Marseille. Our bombers, which are the best

in the world, are razing this snakes' nest to the ground.

Lazybones Germans demonstrated connivance with terrorism too. We have

the proofs that Mullah Omar escaped away from siege on a BMW bike.

There are plans for a biolog! ical war in order to farce our quarter-

pounders with sauerkraut. The Germans just tryed to confuse us by

escaping to plenty of places, but we located and we'll thump them

anywhere. We've already attacked Berlin, Wien, Bern and Bozen,

dropping our parachutists, which are the best in the world. The

strong wind, probably nourished by peace-mongers, determined half of

them to land over Norway. Since we were at it, we razed Oslo too:

who's neutral today could be hostile tomorrow.

We also attacked Venezuela, where the political and oil situation

called for a ready answer. For an howler in order transmission's

typing, besides Venezuela objective also Venice objective has been

bombed. Prime minister Berlusconi, loyal ally of ours, forgave us.

His reaction has been: "So much so that it was sinking, in this way

it suffered less".

Americans, East as well is about to know global peace! A plane

carrying one of our nuclear ! bombs, the best in the world, overflyed

Korea with slight deterrent purposes. But we didn't use the bomb, we

are not irresponsible insanes. Unfortunately while the cargo was

reverting its course, due to a rubber band breakage, the bomb dropped

over Bejing. We'll pay compensation for damages. Avoid being a pain

in the ass.

But the one who we struck with resolute and preventive firmness had

been the White Rais, the one who hampers us more than any other one:

a dictator elected by a scanty elite who claims to represent millions

of people, who rambles about peace inciting the mob from the balcony

or from his awful armoured car. A man who claims to represent the

Good (which is well known for being an USA patent) without paying us

the copyright. The name of that man is vampire-like "Wojtyla". This

morning, bishop dressed private first classes, with bazookas

heroically dissembled in their own anatomy, attacked the Vatican. ! We

knew that hired pontifical troops had a secret weaponry called

Halberd, but we have the best fencers in the world and after an

extraordinary duel we get the cathoterrorist lair. The White Rais was

talking to a bearded man disguised like a franciscan, immediately

identifyed as Osama Bin Laden. Altough CIA guaranteed that Osama died

14 times, of which at least seven times seriously, the bastard gave

proof of unexpected viability by rebelling, shouting he was monk

Joseph and blaspheming God infra dig. Investigations proceeds.

Americans don't be afraid: global peace operation doesn't end here.

Sea lion and drilled squid troops, the best in the world, attacked

with underwater bombs the city of San Francisco, well known as an

hippy pacificism den and defeatist. We've also surgically destroyed

5,000 Asian restaurants: not a single grain of cous-cous will pollute

anymore our holy ground.

The global peace operation ! obviously entailed also perils and

dangers, especially for me. A commando of terrorists in nurse

disguise surrounded my apartaments at the White House. Condoleezza

and I repelled them with revolvers. After this episode, immediate

countermeasures have been adopted. Ten marines, in nurse disguise too

and led by a psychiatrist-dressed colonel, rescued me to a safe place

called Fort Quiet, even if, in order to deceive terrorists, outside

plate says "Lunatic Asylum".

I'm addressing you these words from Fort Quiet's TV and Diversion

Hall and those there, you can see them playing bingo in pajamas, in

reality are my bodyguards, the best in the world. It's certainly a

sacrifice staying locked up here, but being the President of the

United States of America, I'm too precious to expose myself in a so

difficult situation, in any case I've my tin soldiers and water

mattress. I'm looked after by kind psychomarines which give me th! e

best drugs in the world. I met also a fun old guy, Napoleon

Bonaparte, a former military. There's also one who believes to be

Berlusconi, but he's basically honest and this caused him an interior

interests' conflict with schizophreny result.

Americans, be confident! I know operations are proceeding out of here

and our army passes from conquest to conquest, the globe is being

filled up with Stars and Stripes like a joyful porcupine. Every night

I meet Colin Powell (he's in Fort Quiet too). We walk up and down the

corridor in pajama and mimetic mules and prepare the final solution.

We'll launch into orbit Final Fantasy, a satellite with an extremely

thorough laser beam able to destroy all the lands above sea level,

except for America. This is the only way we can guarantee a true

safety throughout the world. But that pain in the ass which Powell

is, insists in saying: and who will we make war to then? We wrangled,

he punched my bedpan and I filled up his drip with mayonnaise. How we

laughed!

The doctor marines sayd that for now I cannot go out, the situation

is too dangerous. I know that you'd like your president to be in

operation area with a bomber jacket and a Colt in his hand. But trust

me: as my assistants say, the only true hope for global peace is make

me staying locked here for a little while. When I'll come out, we'll

be planet's masters and then we'll attack the solar system.

American citizens, your president George W. Bush says hullo from Fort

Quiet alias Lunatic Asylum. God bless America and cinder its enemies

and damn Colin Powell if he pinches again my stewed apple.

(Original in Italian by Stefano Benni)