Incensed over incendiary devices

Chicken Yoghurt has posted his thoughts about yesterday’s article in the Independent about the UK government’s response about the use of napalm in Iraq by the US army. (How’s that for a convoluted sentence? In short: the US army used/did-not-use* napalm in Iraq, and lied/did-not-lie* to the UK govt about it. Chicken Yoghurt is not happy about both. Better?) Anyway, read the post and follow through Chicken Yoghurt’s links for the full story.

The wikipedia page for napalm refers to an article as long ago as the 22nd of March, 2003 in the Sydney Morning Herald. An excerpt from the article includes a quote from a potential whistleblower (in italics):

Marine Cobra helicopter gunships firing Hellfire missiles swept in low from the south. Then the marine howitzers, with a range of 30 kilometres, opened a sustained barrage over the next eight hours. They were supported by US Navy aircraft which dropped 40,000 pounds of explosives and napalm, a US officer told the Herald. But a navy spokesman in Washington, Lieutenant Commander Danny Hernandez, denied that napalm – which was banned by a United Nations convention in 1980 – was used.

“We don’t even have that in our arsenal,” he said.

The US military powers-that-be later issued a statement of denial to the SMH:

The Pentagon subsequently issued a statement to the Herald:

Your story (‘Dead bodies everywhere’, by Lindsay Murdoch, March 22, 2003) claiming US forces are using napalm in Iraq, is patently false. The US took napalm out of service in the early 1970s. We completed destruction of our last batch of napalm on April 4, 2001, and no longer maintain any stocks of napalm. – Jeff A. Davis, Lieutenant Commander, US Navy, Office of the Assistant Secretary of Defense.

Another article, highlighted by Chicken Yoghurt, is from the San Diego Herald Tribune, and quotes a Colonel from the US Army:

“We napalmed both those (bridge) approaches,” said Col. Randolph Alles in a recent interview. He commanded Marine Air Group 11, based at Miramar Marine Corps Air Station, during the war. “Unfortunately, there were people there because you could see them in the (cockpit) video.

Even more worrying is the following passage:

Apparently the spokesmen were drawing a distinction between the terms “firebomb” and “napalm.” If reporters had asked about firebombs, officials said yesterday they would have confirmed their use.
What the Marines dropped, the spokesmen said yesterday, were “Mark 77 firebombs.” They acknowledged those are incendiary devices with a function “remarkably similar” to napalm weapons.
Rather than using gasoline and benzene as the fuel, the firebombs use kerosene-based jet fuel, which has a smaller concentration of benzene.

So, napalm in all but name. Sure, they’ll admit to Mark 77 firebombs, which don’t have napalm because they use an even more efficient fuel.

I’m not familiar with the San Diego Herald Tribune, but the SMH is a reputable paper, and not one to be sniffed at. I wonder why this was not brought to public consciousness here when the first allegations were made. We got a second chance just before the General Election in May. Follow the exchange of letters in the Guardian: one, two, three.

We probably all missed it first and second time round because there was so much else going on.

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Caramelised onion frittata

Caramelised Onion Frittata


Caramelised Onion Frittata

Originally uploaded by framboise.

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Old Mother Hubbard went to the cupboard,
To give her poor dog a bone.
But when she got there, her cupboard was bare,
And so the poor dog had none.
See the rest of the rhyme here.
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Thanks to Nigel Slater, we dogs got our bone tonight despite an empty larder. Three key ingredients: onions, eggs, Parmesan cheese. I could reproduce his recipe here, but he’s unusually exact with weights, and I reckon this recipe could work with almost any proportion of onion/egg/cheese, completely dependent on what’s in your kitchen. So here’s our version:

Ingredients:

  • 3 onions, sliced (one more would have been better)
  • 4 eggs (large)
  • handful of Parmesan cheese (grated ~1 inch off a chunky block. vague, i know.)
  • couple of tbsp of olive oil
  • small knob of butter

Method:

  1. Fry the onions in the olive oil over a medium-high heat until caramelised at the edges. Could take anywhere between 10-15 minutes, depending on flame. Stir every now and again to stop it from burning. Switch the grill on to heat up.
  2. Meanwhile, crack the eggs into a largish bowl, season with some salt and pepper, and mix well. Grate the cheese into the bowl. When the onions are caramelised, add to the bowl and stir well.
  3. Melt a little butter in a non-stick pan over the lowest possible flame. Pour in the eggy mix and cook very slowly.
  4. Once the bottom of the frittata is firmed up (the top should still be runny), stick it under the grill for the top to solidify and brown a little. A minute should do it if the grill is hot. (If you don’t have a grill, you could try sticking the pan lid on and flipping the whole thing over so the frittata sits on the lid. Slide the frittata, uncooked side down to continue cooking for a couple of minutes.)
  5. Serve with a mixed salad or whatever is left in the veg box (broccoli in our case).

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A plastic panacaea

Miss Eclectech and Mr Doghorse have yet another excellent animal video: a tribute to Charles Clarke, paragon of NuLab. (via Chris Lightfoot) Eclectech also has a site detailing communication with the local MP and the profoundly deaf Home Office.

It is the card that proves you have a national identity!
Indeed without one you’ll a become practical nonentity

Lyrics (and music) by Mr Doghorse

I’m afraid that this time, I cannot put my vote where my mouth is, for I shortly won’t be resident in the UK, and thus unable to put my name to either the NO2ID or equivalent Pledgebank petitions.

As it stands, two countries already have my fingerprints on record. My home country scanned my thumbprint when I was 12 and stuck it on an IC (which I had to bring to every school exam), and the US embassy has recently taken a scan of both my left and right index fingers (so I can enter their locked-down country). I didn’t have much of a say in either. In the former, we were simply taken out of class one day when the IC van came calling, photographed and scanned. Heck, I even have a reference number (memorised) that uniquely identifies me along with my entire life history (almost failed Art, needs to improve chinese, will never succeed in later life). I’ll bet when RFID technology becomes cheap and small enough, I’ll be summoned home to be microchipped. Maybe someday, when I’m not so bitter and more rational, I’ll post about the lack of liberties there, and how/why the population is happy for the status quo to remain ad infinitum.

Downing Street Memo, the Sequel

Have I slipped into some cross-dimensional wormhole?

Chicken Yoghurt gives some attention to a largely ignored leaked memo from Downing Street, and highlights the scariest excerpts of the transcription by the Sunday Times. While this is no joking matter, and provides further evidence of Tony Blair’s duplicity, the whole sordid affair could almost be fictional. (See Terry Pratchett’s Jingo for a prime example of leaders taking their people to war on false premises as a diversionary tactic to keep themselves in power. D’ya think the govt reads his books for inspiration?)

The excerpt that makes me quake in my boots:

14. It is just possible that an ultimatum could be cast in terms which Saddam would reject (because he is unwilling to accept unfettered access) and which would not be regarded as unreasonable by the international community. However, failing that (or an Iraqi attack) we would be most unlikely to achieve a legal base for military action by January 2003.

Conspiracy theory? Heck, there’s even a website for it.

Debate on rebate

There’s an excellent post by Nosemonkey on The Sharpener on the subject of Britain’s EU rebate. I’m very glad of the existence of The Sharpener, with contributors from more than one political angle. It’s where the best posts of other blogs end up if they’ve been good and brushed their teeth before bedtime. And while I enjoy reading the blogs of the contributing authors, I’m soon going to run out of time to get through them all, which makes this Pick-n-Mix bag all the more valuable.

Back to the post. The nasal primate draws an amusing analogy between a member of a gentleman’s club and Club EU. And excellent and informative article though it is, it’s in the comments where the meat is. Putting the GDP and GDP per capita comparisons between Britain and France aside, one particular comment stood out: should the CAP be scrapped, Africa’s ability to compete more fairly with Europe would be improved.

It made me think about why the CAP exists at all. I think it sprang from an era when Europe had a strong need for self-reliance in food production. This has since been achieved, but probably at the cost of keeping African produce out of our markets. (Although you can find evidence to the contrary in any supermarket’s vegetable counter. Mange tout, sweetcorn and fine beans are some examples of veg that fly in from Zimbabwe, Kenya or Morocco. But that only proves that supermarkets are b*st*rds, both to the environment and local farmers…)

I really don’t know what to think about the CAP, its costs or benefits to EU member states are no longer apparent. On the one hand, a liberal lefty would argue that the money Britain puts into the common coffers is crucial for redistribution to more needy EU members, so stop being a money-grabbing doodah, Tony. On the other, the CAP is no longer necessary, we’re merely propping up farmers who have learned to play the game, and we should instead look into fair trade within the EU and with Africa.

On a more personal level, I’ve heard what it’s like for a small farmer to be out-competed by lower labour costs elsewhere. Raspberries from Romania are a hot topic in many Perthshire kitchens come late summer. Every now and again in recent years, a farmer with a side trade in raspberries (picked during the off peak season when ships and coos can look after themselves) finds that the bother of hiring short-term labourers to pick raspberries, box them in perfect condition in plastic cartons and store them in refrigerated units, is no longer worth it when the supermarkets won’t pay enough to cover costs. So these fields get turned into grazing land, or get “set aside” for EU rebates, or are sold at auction to developers with an eye for future planning permission from the Council to build yet more identikit “executive homes”.

What’s the point, you ask? Well, for many smallholders, every aspect of their farm has to succeed if they are to re-pay the bank. And if they’re out-competed, they have to find other avenues to survive, which usually results in land sales (changing the landscape of Britain, yadda ya) rather than diversification. The CAP has succeeded in improving European farming, but seemingly at the expense of British farmers. Food output in Britain has been declining for years, and while probably wasn’t truly self-sufficient before, it definitely isn’t now.

Back to that EU CAP thing. On the surface, if Britain doesn’t benefit from the CAP, shouldn’t it get its rebate, or be exempt from payments? If the rebate is scrapped, who loses out? There will be even less public money to spend on an already failing system. I’m curious (but don’t have the impetus to find out): what is the net input/output for every EU member state? For all I know, it could be a net drain on ALL members, with the bureaucrats benefiting with well-paid jobs and impressive CVs to move on to the private sector. (Someone tell me I’m wrong… I hate being so cynical.)

On a different level, if the CAP is scrapped entirely, what happens to the food producers we’ve come to rely on? Won’t those bloody supermarkets just get in more cheap produce from Africa and South America? On the one hand, good for the farmers there. But on the other, it’s not the needy farmers who get the trade, it’s the ones who can produce picture-perfect sprayed crops (tied in to suppliers of sprays and resistant seeds) who flourish. Also, it means more land is devoted to production of our luxury goods as opposed to essentials for local consumption.

Wee disclaimer: Title of my blog says it all. Akatsuki talks rot. But in writing this post, I have learned more about the crazy job-creation scheme that is the CAP and gained a healthier respect for those who stick their necks out with strong opinions, often based on a lot of background research of the facts. I can’t even get through my 200-page Very short introduction to the EU (I’ve been stuck on page 3 for a whole year now).

14 Jun ’05 update: Just before I go out for yet another typical British rainy BBQ, a couple of links to two idiot’s guides to EU spending by the Beeb:

The second link answers my question of the net in/out flow of dosh per country, and makes me wonder why Germany isn’t whining away like the French and British. While the first link has a chart of per capita givers and takers, which is probably a better comparison. So why doesn’t the Beeb use that in their front page article today instead of the raw figures? Ach, who knows… Elsewhere, Nosemonkey has put up a link to some serious figure analysis on his Europhobia blog, and makes me wonder if Lord Vetinari has jumped through the UU’s dimension portal and started ruling Luxembourg…

You are on Channel 4400

Floor 500

Floor 500, no longer walled with gold
From the BBC’s Doctor Who site.

Please do not swear.

Spoilers ahead. Some random thoughts follow, which sorely need editing.

What a super episode! The long build-up by RTD has really paid off. Great long game! We are reminded at the start that at the end of The Long Game, the Doctor assures Cathica that “the human race should accelerate. All back to normal.” This makes his realisation that his fix-it-and-leave attitude left the Earth in limbo all the more poignant. Instead of the Fourth Great Human Empire, 100 years of hell for humans. “I made this world.”

Jack as the “doer” of the team, making it possible for the Doctor to keep from having to shoot anyone. “Do I look like an out-of-bounds kinda guy?!”

Lots of little in-jokes, like Captain Jack’s transformation into Nice Tim, with clothes that are difficult to keep clean. Ariel, anyone? And as for the opening lines, as much as I hate reality shows, even I knew what they were referring to. Anne Droid? Aimed at small and big kids alike.

We get more social commentary from RTD, with Endemol as the Big Bad Wolf, the implication that reality TV detaches viewers from reality.

This has been a season of many such insights into the Doctor’s psychology, showing his feeling of disjointedness with the death of the other Time Lords and his family. We are also made aware that the Doctor’s many actions, however well-meaning, have consequences, something that previous seasons of Doctor Who did not cover. This is clearly a different Doctor, one that some have called a soap-Doctor. But I have to disagree. This Doctor is much better than previous arrogant incarnations. He is a better role model for the young viewers, and a more rounded character for us non-fanboys to get to know.

Like the previous two-parter, we’re left with so many questions. Could the self-sacrificing Controller and her dexterous transmissions during solar flares be behind the “Bad Wolf” warnings? She’s the one who transported the Doctor onto Satellite 5, but would she also have been able to transmit into the past/future? Highly unlikely, which still leaves wide open the question of who is dropping the references? Is sweet Lynda-with-a-Y leaving the House with the Doctor significant? Will she be the new companion after The Parting of the Ways? What happens to the Transmat-ed humans? Could they be turned into Daleks, hence explaining the vast fleet? And how have the Daleks been manipulating humankind for hundreds of years? Was the Jagafress a Colonel Grievious?

They survived through me.

Update: I’m liking the search results for “bad wolf” on bbc.co.uk’s search engine (great diversion, btw):

What is the mystery that’s haunted the Doctor and Rose? Find absolutely nothing out on this website dedicated to Bad Wolf
http://www.badwolf.org.uk

Also, the Doctor Who pages have a slightly different trailer to what aired after Bad Wolf. Apparently, variations of the trailer will be played everyday until The Parting of the Ways. Oooh. I can’t wait!

13 Jun ’05 update: The Curious Hamster has been making fine pastry confections again, sparked off by the Bad Wolf episode and the shocking scene of the Doctor carrying a gun. In mitigation, not only did he fail to fire it, but even gave it away to the man he was pointing it at. However, if the Curious Hamster is right, the damage may already be done. The point he makes about the use of weapons in Star Trek is a good one. Even liberal Hollywood appears to condone the gun toting, albeit with a “stun” setting. I was not immune to such TV influence in my youth, and have made my fair share of Lego pistols, AK-47s and phasers (possibly influenced by my favourite shows at the time like Starsky and Hutch and Hawaii-Five-O). But something must have gotten through that guns are not the solution. Nowadays, I shake my head when I see unnecessary violence and gun use before the watershed (eg all them cop shows on BBC’s weekend schedule when there’s no sport on), and flinch when I see policemen in London toting rifles. It may seem a different world that we live in now, one where violence is more in your face. But in reality, it was ever so. I like Doctor Who for what it is and was, a show that seeks to inform through entertainment. And the message in Bad Wolf was not a bad one for young minds: guns, though they exist, are not the solution. Slippery slope? I don’t know.

And if you’re the kind of person who hates spoiles, DO NOT go to the BBC’s Doctor Who site this week. For you will be sorely tempted to have a look at the daily sneak previews that may/may not give the story away. As their webmaster suggests, remain pure. You have been warned…

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Foot in door

Liverpool scarf

From BBC news: Liverpool get in Champions League.

I’m obviously not a true-Red ‘cos I think UEFA has been very generous in not only giving Liverpool the chance to defend their Champions League title, but also seeding them (though not going as far as putting them in the group stages). Now, a true fan would probably be having a good whinge about having to start at the very bottom. And the fans are blaming UEFA for the poor placing, FA for not giving us the fourth spot (double standards there, FA. you were willing to do it for Chelsea/Arsenal last season), and have forgotten that the true culprits are the members of Liverpool’s highly inconsistent squad. Failing to score in 13 Premiership games makes them more like mid-table teams than top flight. Also, have a read of what an FA twat had to say about UEFA cleaning up his mess for him (bottom of page). In related news, a huge sigh of relief that Dietmar Hamann is staying for another year. He has been one of the constants of LFC over the last few years, something that cannot be said for some ‘waste-of-space’s.

As a knock-on to all this kerfuffle, everyone must now feel a little sorry for the Liverpool B-side, who have been told they won’t be getting Liverpool’s spot in the Euro Vase after all.

Update: And carrying on the knock-on effects further north to Scotland, the shambles that is the SFA has turned the Tangerines’ blood red.

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Logan encased in lingonberry

Longan floating in lingonberry

Longan floating in lingonberry

Originally uploaded by framboise.

It’s warm (you just can’t extend to hot, not in Scotland). And dry. In fact, we’ve had so little rain that there’s a hosepipe ban in the South-East of England. Expect one to follow shortly for Yorkshire. We may not be as close to drought conditions as the South-East, but we’ve been experiencing unseasonally good weather lately, as evidenced by the remarkably sunny shots that now seem to populate my photos folder.

Warm weather tends to change the way we eat. Less soup, more salad. Heavy reds remain neglected on the wine rack, replaced with rosé and beer. And I feel less inclined to bake, and start craving jellies instead. After my not-so-successful attempt for IMBB 15, I was a little reluctant to use my supply of Konnyaku powder again. But I could not resist after seeing all those lovely gigis that Santos has been making.

So, winging it again, sans-recipe, here’s something I made earlier.

Ingredients:

  • 20g Konnyaku powder (I use the Redman brand, obtained via sources in S’pore)
  • 100g caster sugar (up it to 150g if you have a sweet tooth, or leave out if you’re using a sweet cordial)
  • 200ml ligonberry syrup (from IKEA, but use any squash/cordial you have lying about. Tried it once with lemon concentrate; yum!)
  • a 20oz (~565g) tin of longans, with syrup
  • water to 1500ml (or 1300ml for a firmer jelly)

Method:

  1. Begin by draining the longans, and reserving the syrup for making the jelly. Place the longans in mini jelly moulds, or arrange in a pretty fashion in bowls. Top up the syrup with water to give a total volume of 1500ml in your pot.
  2. Mix the Konnyaku powder and sugar, and slowly add to the liquid, stirring as you go to prevent clumps from forming.
  3. Bring the mixture to the boil, stirring every now and again.
  4. Once it starts to boil and roil, turn the flame off, add the syrup and just keep stirring for ~5 minutes. Don’t worry, those bubble will go away.
  5. Pour some jelly mixture into the moulds/bowls, but only to midway up the level of the fruit. This way, by the time you get back to the first mould, it should be very slightly set, thus stopping the fruit from floating up (ie the base of your jelly when you turn it out). The packet suggests adding the jelly mixture in thirds, and who am I to argue with Engrish instructions.
  6. Allow to cool before placing it your fridge, where it should sit for about 3 hours to set. Of course, being an impatient lot, we let ours lie for about 2 hours before greedy-guts snaffles them anyway. Enjoy in the sun.
Ahh... Perfect. Howzat
Alt view of castle from the north Peely wally

Ideally, we should have some granita with this. But I’m lazy, and have left the granita making for another day… (By which time the jellies would have been scoffed, but c’est la vie.)

Update: Green tea granita (made following Santos’ suggestion of freezing tea in a ziplock bag and bashing it with gratuitous violence) was applied to some cubes of the lingonberry jelly along with left-over longans from yesterday to give the following result:

Longan, green tea and lingonberry

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