Wednesday, August 10, 2005

Is it real... or is it memorex?

A couple of months ago, I thought about starting a blog about an invasion of the United States by foreign forces, say the Chinese or the Chinese and the Russians. The blog would purport to be a true account, but would have been, of course, fiction. It was to be a what-might-have-been; my thought was to report in the first person various events, and in doing so to shed light on what's happening in Iraq with the insurgency. Now, granted, an American insurgency following an invasion would most likely be home grown, like the 20-year-old movie Red Dawn.

Turns out, I'm not alone in this thinking. An editorial by Ted Rall in today's Boise Weekly (and likely elsewhere, too)...
Here's the rub: Iraq's resistance fighters are breaking a lot of eggs to cook their omelet of liberation. They kill other Iraqis. They kidnap and execute foreign aid workers, truck drivers, businessmen, even diplomats and children. Americans, we tell ourselves, would never resort to that kind of terrorism-not even to free ourselves from occupation.

Wouldn't we?

Imagine America under the jackboot of, say, Icelandic occupation. At first many Americans are happy to see Bush arrested and put on trial, but it doesn't take long before we start to miss him. Promises of rapid rebuilding evaporate. Two years after saturation bombing has leveled Washington, Los Angeles, New York and other major cities, the rubble is overrun with rats and wild dogs. America's natural resources-coal, lumber, oil-are shipped back to Iceland without recompense. Unmarked checkpoints spring up everywhere, transforming a drive to the 7-11 to get water-faucets are dry-into a potentially lethal exercise. Icelandic troops conduct house raids to take away Americans' guns. Since there's no electricity for streetlights, the night belongs to gangs, who rape and hold women for ransom. There are no jobs, unless you count working for the hated police force of the puppet regime, the Unified Nordic Republic of Icelanderica. UNRI lackeys ride alongside Icelandic storm troopers to point out the homes of "terrorists," who are bagged, beaten and dragged off into the night, never to be seen again. Most of the victims are innocent civilians, of course, but the Icelandics don't speak English. They mistakenly trust their toadies, who use their authority to act on personal grudges.

These collaborators, as Karl Rove would point out, are fair game-for attacks by American resistance fighters. As in V. And Red Dawn.
But I didn't start this post to talk about the politics of insurgencies (although, as most readers would note, I could go there in an instant), but rather to talk about blogs which act like fact, which seem like reporting, but aren't. The rumblings in my brain started with this one.

It reads like it's real. Real places. Supposed real people. No hint it's a Wellian War of the Worlds.

I'm sure there are such things as nuclear suitcases. I'm sure there are folks looking for them. I'm sure terrorists would love to get their hands on them. I don't know if 132 are really missing from the former Soviet Union. And, I don't know if one of the folks hot on the trail nuclear suitcases is also a blogger.

I mean, who'd have thought it, right?

Whatever the case, it makes for interesting reading. Follow along at Nuclear Suitcases, a blog supposedly written by a
former agent of the CIA who "was with the Directorate of Intelligence for over 17 years." The anonymous blogger notes,
This is a journal dedicated to the re-acquisition of 132 missing nuclear suitcases of the former Soviet Union and to boost public awareness of the inevitable darkness that's to befall Western civilization shortly. By blogging all that I know I am placing my life, my family members, and my career in jeopardy. I do this for the good of the United States and that of the world.
In the latest dispatch he lets us know that one of the suitcases was discovered by authorities as the terrorist attempted to smuggle it into England.

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