Dan Ellsberg: a traitor again!

Good lord! That pseudopatriot who was unwilling to abide American lies
in the last war, Dan Ellsberg, is at it again: insisting, against the
odds and the principles/practice that drive the US govt., that the
liars who got us into this war deserve to be outed.

This is nothing but outrageous treason, of course. Doesn't Ellsberg
know that love of America means never asking any lying leader to say
he's sorry? And that for being an American leader one is perpetually
excused from ever having to say 'I'm sorry'?

When is Ellsberg gonna get a clue?

Gary

Published on Tuesday, January 27, 2004 by the Guardian
Leak Against This War
US And British Officials Must Expose Their Leaders' Lies About Iraq -
As I Did Over Vietnam

by Daniel Ellsberg

After 17 months observing pacification efforts in Vietnam as a state
department official, I laid eyes upon an unmistakable enemy for the
first time on New Year's Day in 1967. I was walking point with three
members of a company from the US army's 25th Division, moving through
tall rice, the water over our ankles, when we heard firing close
behind us. We spun around, ready to fire. I saw a boy of about 15,
wearing nothing but ragged black shorts, crouching and firing an AK-47
at the troops behind us. I could see two others, heads just above the
top of the rice, firing as well.

They had lain there, letting us four pass so as to get a better shot
at the main body of troops. We couldn't fire at them, because we would
have been firing into our own platoon. But a lot of its fire came back
right at us. Dropping to the ground, I watched this kid firing away
for 10 seconds, till he disappeared with his buddies into the rice.
After a minute the platoon ceased fire in our direction and we got up
and moved on.

About an hour later, the same thing happened again; this time I only
saw a glimpse of a black jersey through the rice. I was very
impressed, not only by their tactics but by their performance.

One thing was clear: these were local boys. They had the advantage of
knowing every ditch and dyke, every tree and blade of rice and piece
of cover, like it was their own backyard. Because it was their
backyard. No doubt (I thought later) that was why they had the nerve
to pop up in the midst of a reinforced battalion and fire away with
American troops on all sides. They thought they were shooting at
trespassers, occupiers, that they had a right to be there and we
didn't. This would have been a good moment to ask myself if they were
wrong, and if we had a good enough reason to be in their backyard to
be fired at.

Later that afternoon, I turned to the radio man, a wiry African
American kid who looked too thin to be lugging his 75lb radio, and
asked: "By any chance, do you ever feel like the redcoats?"

Without missing a beat he said, in a drawl: "I've been thinking that
.... all ... day." You couldn't miss the comparison if you'd gone to
grade school in America. Foreign troops far from home, wearing helmets
and uniforms and carrying heavy equipment, getting shot at every
half-hour by non-uniformed irregulars near their own homes, blending
into the local population after each attack.

I can't help but remember that afternoon as I read about US and
British patrols meeting rockets and mines without warning in the
cities of Iraq. As we faced ambush after ambush in the countryside, we
passed villagers who could have told us we were about to be attacked.
Why didn't they? First, there was a good chance their friends and
family members were the ones doing the attacking. Second, we were
widely seen by the local population not as allies or protectors - as
we preferred to imagine - but as foreign occupiers. Helping us would
have been seen as collaboration, unpatriotic. Third, they knew that to
collaborate was to be in danger from the resistance, and that the
foreigners' ability to protect them was negligible.

There could not be a more exact parallel between this situation and
Iraq. Our troops in Iraq keep walking into attacks in the course of
patrols apparently designed to provide "security" for civilians who,
mysteriously, do not appear the slightest bit inclined to warn us of
these attacks. This situation - as in Vietnam - is a harbinger of
endless bloodletting. I believe American and British soldiers will be
dying, and killing, in that country as long as they remain there.

As more and more US and British families lose loved ones in Iraq -
killed while ostensibly protecting a population that does not appear
to want them there - they will begin to ask: "How did we get into this
mess, and why are we still in it?" And the answers they find will be
disturbingly similar to those the American public found for Vietnam.

I served three US presidents - Kennedy, Johnson and Nixon - who lied
repeatedly and blatantly about our reasons for entering Vietnam, and
the risks in our staying there. For the past year, I have found myself
in the horrifying position of watching history repeat itself. I
believe that George Bush and Tony Blair lied - and continue to lie -
as blatantly about their reasons for entering Iraq and the prospects
for the invasion and occupation as the presidents I served did about
Vietnam.

By the time I released to the press in 1971 what became known as the
Pentagon Papers - 7,000 pages of top-secret documents demonstrating
that virtually everything four American presidents had told the public
about our involvement in Vietnam was false - I had known that pattern
as an insider for years, and I knew that a fifth president, Richard
Nixon, was following in their footsteps. In the fall of 2002, I hoped
that officials in Washington and London who knew that our countries
were being lied into an illegal, bloody war and occupation would
consider doing what I wish I had done in 1964 or 1965, years before I
did, before the bombs started to fall: expose these lies, with
documents.

I can only admire the more timely, courageous action of Katherine Gun,
the GCHQ translator who risked her career and freedom to expose an
illegal plan to win official and public support for an illegal war,
before that war had started. Her revelation of a classified document
urging British intelligence to help the US bug the phones of all the
members of the UN security council to manipulate their votes on the
war may have been critical in denying the invasion a false cloak of
legitimacy. That did not prevent the aggression, but it was reasonable
for her to hope that her country would not choose to act as an outlaw,
thereby saving lives. She did what she could, in time for it to make a
difference, as indeed others should have done, and still can.

I have no doubt that there are thousands of pages of documents in
safes in London and Washington right now - the Pentagon Papers of Iraq
- whose unauthorized revelation would drastically alter the public
discourse on whether we should continue sending our children to die in
Iraq. That's clear from what has already come out through unauthorized
disclosures from many anonymous sources and from officials and former
officials such as David Kelly and US ambassador Joseph Wilson, who
revealed the falsity of reports that Iraq had pursued uranium from
Niger, which President Bush none the less cited as endorsed by British
intelligence in his state of the union address before the war. Both
Downing Street and the White House organized covert pressure to punish
these leakers and to deter others, in Dr Kelly's case with tragic
results.

Those who reveal documents on the scale necessary to return foreign
policy to democratic control risk prosecution and prison sentences, as
Katherine Gun is now facing. I faced 12 felony counts and a possible
sentence of 115 years; the charges were dismissed when it was
discovered that White House actions aimed at stopping further
revelations of administration lying had included criminal actions
against me.

Exposing governmental lies carries a heavy personal risk, even in our
democracies. But that risk can be worthwhile when a war's-worth of
lives is at stake.

· Daniel Ellsberg is the author of 'Secrets: a Memoir of Vietnam and
the Pentagon Papers'.

© Guardian Newspapers Limited 2004

Since you lack the knowledge to understand some of the things he says,
I'll translate it for you:

Gary Aguilar wrote:
> After 17 months observing pacification efforts in Vietnam as a state
> department official, I laid eyes upon an unmistakable enemy for the
> first time on New Year's Day in 1967. I was walking point with three
> members of a company from the US army's 25th Division, moving through
> tall rice, the water over our ankles, when we heard firing close
> behind us. We spun around, ready to fire. I saw a boy of about 15,
> wearing nothing but ragged black shorts, crouching and firing an AK-47
> at the troops behind us. I could see two others, heads just above the
> top of the rice, firing as well.
>
17 months in Saigon living high on the hog, reading dispaches.


> They had lain there, letting us four pass so as to get a better shot
> at the main body of troops. We couldn't fire at them, because we would
> have been firing into our own platoon. But a lot of its fire came back
> right at us. Dropping to the ground, I watched this kid firing away
> for 10 seconds, till he disappeared with his buddies into the rice.
> After a minute the platoon ceased fire in our direction and we got up
> and moved on.
>
Translation: Gee, I never read about the Pacific Island campaigns in WWII.


> About an hour later, the same thing happened again; this time I only
> saw a glimpse of a black jersey through the rice. I was very
> impressed, not only by their tactics but by their performance.
>

Translation: They couldn't hit shit, but I give them a "A" for effort.

> One thing was clear: these were local boys. They had the advantage of
> knowing every ditch and dyke, every tree and blade of rice and piece
> of cover, like it was their own backyard. Because it was their
> backyard. No doubt (I thought later) that was why they had the nerve
> to pop up in the midst of a reinforced battalion and fire away with
> American troops on all sides. They thought they were shooting at
> trespassers, occupiers, that they had a right to be there and we
> didn't. This would have been a good moment to ask myself if they were
> wrong, and if we had a good enough reason to be in their backyard to
> be fired at.
Translation: Because I didn't read anything about the Pacific battles I
didn't understand that reconing the battle ground gives one familiarity
with the terrain. Therefore, I have to find out what they're thinking by
ESP. Gee, maybe I better get back to Saigon.

>
> Later that afternoon, I turned to the radio man, a wiry African
> American kid who looked too thin to be lugging his 75lb radio, and
> asked: "By any chance, do you ever feel like the redcoats?"
>
> Without missing a beat he said, in a drawl: "I've been thinking that
> ... all ... day." You couldn't miss the comparison if you'd gone to
> grade school in America. Foreign troops far from home, wearing helmets
> and uniforms and carrying heavy equipment, getting shot at every
> half-hour by non-uniformed irregulars near their own homes, blending
> into the local population after each attack.
>

Translation: Boy am I glad I'm not up in I or II Corps where there are
PAVN regulars with uniforms, cannons and even tanks.

> I can't help but remember that afternoon as I read about US and
> British patrols meeting rockets and mines without warning in the
> cities of Iraq. As we faced ambush after ambush in the countryside, we
> passed villagers who could have told us we were about to be attacked.
> Why didn't they? First, there was a good chance their friends and
> family members were the ones doing the attacking. Second, we were
> widely seen by the local population not as allies or protectors - as
> we preferred to imagine - but as foreign occupiers. Helping us would
> have been seen as collaboration, unpatriotic. Third, they knew that to
> collaborate was to be in danger from the resistance, and that the
> foreigners' ability to protect them was negligible.
>
Translation: Well, ESP worked once, why not again? What else do I have
to work with because the blinders don't let me look around?


> There could not be a more exact parallel between this situation and
> Iraq. Our troops in Iraq keep walking into attacks in the course of
> patrols apparently designed to provide "security" for civilians who,
> mysteriously, do not appear the slightest bit inclined to warn us of
> these attacks. This situation - as in Vietnam - is a harbinger of
> endless bloodletting. I believe American and British soldiers will be
> dying, and killing, in that country as long as they remain there.
>
Translation: Well, I got a lot of attention once by saying this, why not
again?



> I served three US presidents - Kennedy, Johnson and Nixon - who lied
> repeatedly and blatantly about our reasons for entering Vietnam, and
> the risks in our staying there. For the past year, I have found myself
> in the horrifying position of watching history repeat itself. I
> believe that George Bush and Tony Blair lied - and continue to lie -
> as blatantly about their reasons for entering Iraq and the prospects
> for the invasion and occupation as the presidents I served did about
> Vietnam.
>
Translation: I don't give a fuck how many people the commie bastards murder.

Further translations summed up: delusions.

Al Zeller

Since you lack the knowledge to understand some of the things he says,
I'll translate it for you:

Gary Aguilar wrote:
> After 17 months observing pacification efforts in Vietnam as a state
> department official, I laid eyes upon an unmistakable enemy for the
> first time on New Year's Day in 1967. I was walking point with three
> members of a company from the US army's 25th Division, moving through
> tall rice, the water over our ankles, when we heard firing close
> behind us. We spun around, ready to fire. I saw a boy of about 15,
> wearing nothing but ragged black shorts, crouching and firing an AK-47
> at the troops behind us. I could see two others, heads just above the
> top of the rice, firing as well.
>
17 months in Saigon living high on the hog, reading dispaches.


> They had lain there, letting us four pass so as to get a better shot
> at the main body of troops. We couldn't fire at them, because we would
> have been firing into our own platoon. But a lot of its fire came back
> right at us. Dropping to the ground, I watched this kid firing away
> for 10 seconds, till he disappeared with his buddies into the rice.
> After a minute the platoon ceased fire in our direction and we got up
> and moved on.
>
Translation: Gee, I never read about the Pacific Island campaigns in WWII.


> About an hour later, the same thing happened again; this time I only
> saw a glimpse of a black jersey through the rice. I was very
> impressed, not only by their tactics but by their performance.
>

Translation: They couldn't hit shit, but I give them a "A" for effort.

> One thing was clear: these were local boys. They had the advantage of
> knowing every ditch and dyke, every tree and blade of rice and piece
> of cover, like it was their own backyard. Because it was their
> backyard. No doubt (I thought later) that was why they had the nerve
> to pop up in the midst of a reinforced battalion and fire away with
> American troops on all sides. They thought they were shooting at
> trespassers, occupiers, that they had a right to be there and we
> didn't. This would have been a good moment to ask myself if they were
> wrong, and if we had a good enough reason to be in their backyard to
> be fired at.
Translation: Because I didn't read anything about the Pacific battles I
didn't understand that reconing the battle ground gives one familiarity
with the terrain. Therefore, I have to find out what they're thinking by
ESP. Gee, maybe I better get back to Saigon.

>
> Later that afternoon, I turned to the radio man, a wiry African
> American kid who looked too thin to be lugging his 75lb radio, and
> asked: "By any chance, do you ever feel like the redcoats?"
>
> Without missing a beat he said, in a drawl: "I've been thinking that
> ... all ... day." You couldn't miss the comparison if you'd gone to
> grade school in America. Foreign troops far from home, wearing helmets
> and uniforms and carrying heavy equipment, getting shot at every
> half-hour by non-uniformed irregulars near their own homes, blending
> into the local population after each attack.
>

Translation: Boy am I glad I'm not up in I or II Corps where there are
PAVN regulars with uniforms, cannons and even tanks.

> I can't help but remember that afternoon as I read about US and
> British patrols meeting rockets and mines without warning in the
> cities of Iraq. As we faced ambush after ambush in the countryside, we
> passed villagers who could have told us we were about to be attacked.
> Why didn't they? First, there was a good chance their friends and
> family members were the ones doing the attacking. Second, we were
> widely seen by the local population not as allies or protectors - as
> we preferred to imagine - but as foreign occupiers. Helping us would
> have been seen as collaboration, unpatriotic. Third, they knew that to
> collaborate was to be in danger from the resistance, and that the
> foreigners' ability to protect them was negligible.
>
Translation: Well, ESP worked once, why not again? What else do I have
to work with because the blinders don't let me look around?


> There could not be a more exact parallel between this situation and
> Iraq. Our troops in Iraq keep walking into attacks in the course of
> patrols apparently designed to provide "security" for civilians who,
> mysteriously, do not appear the slightest bit inclined to warn us of
> these attacks. This situation - as in Vietnam - is a harbinger of
> endless bloodletting. I believe American and British soldiers will be
> dying, and killing, in that country as long as they remain there.
>
Translation: Well, I got a lot of attention once by saying this, why not
again?



> I served three US presidents - Kennedy, Johnson and Nixon - who lied
> repeatedly and blatantly about our reasons for entering Vietnam, and
> the risks in our staying there. For the past year, I have found myself
> in the horrifying position of watching history repeat itself. I
> believe that George Bush and Tony Blair lied - and continue to lie -
> as blatantly about their reasons for entering Iraq and the prospects
> for the invasion and occupation as the presidents I served did about
> Vietnam.
>
Translation: I don't give a fuck how many people the commie bastards murder.

Further translations summed up: delusions.

Al Zeller

Al Zeller wrote:
>
> Since you lack the knowledge to understand some of the things he
> [Daniel Ellsberg] says, I'll translate it for you:

[snipped]

> >
> Translation: I don't give a fuck how many people the commie bastards murder.
>
> Further translations summed up: delusions.
>
> Al Zeller

Al,

ROTL!

This got me laughing better than those jokes I got in
my e-mail today!

Al Zeller wrote:
>
> Since you lack the knowledge to understand some of the things he
> [Daniel Ellsberg] says, I'll translate it for you:

[snipped]

> >
> Translation: I don't give a fuck how many people the commie bastards murder.
>
> Further translations summed up: delusions.
>
> Al Zeller

Al,

ROTL!

This got me laughing better than those jokes I got in
my e-mail today!

On 28 Jan 2004 09:38:15 -0800, garyag@ix.netcom.com (Gary Aguilar)
wrote:

>Good lord! That pseudopatriot who was unwilling to abide American lies
>in the last war, Dan Ellsberg, is at it again: insisting, against the
>odds and the principles/practice that drive the US govt., that the


You've posted this crap four or five times today. Enough, we got it
the first time.

For someone claiming to be a doctor, you sure act like a juvenile
punk.

On 28 Jan 2004 09:38:15 -0800, garyag@ix.netcom.com (Gary Aguilar)
wrote:

>Good lord! That pseudopatriot who was unwilling to abide American lies
>in the last war, Dan Ellsberg, is at it again: insisting, against the
>odds and the principles/practice that drive the US govt., that the


You've posted this crap four or five times today. Enough, we got it
the first time.

For someone claiming to be a doctor, you sure act like a juvenile
punk.

Al Zeller wrote in message news:...
> Since you lack the knowledge to understand some of the things he says,
> I'll translate it for you:
>
> Gary Aguilar wrote:
> > After 17 months observing pacification efforts in Vietnam as a state
> > department official, I laid eyes upon an unmistakable enemy for the
> > first time on New Year's Day in 1967. I was walking point with three
> > members of a company from the US army's 25th Division, moving through
> > tall rice, the water over our ankles, when we heard firing close
> > behind us. We spun around, ready to fire. I saw a boy of about 15,
> > wearing nothing but ragged black shorts, crouching and firing an AK-47
> > at the troops behind us. I could see two others, heads just above the
> > top of the rice, firing as well.
> >
> 17 months in Saigon living high on the hog, reading dispaches.
>
Ah, so in addition to being a traitor, he's also a liar. No wonder
those commies in Washington placed him in so high a federal position
when he got back! Thanks for the clarification.
>
> > They had lain there, letting us four pass so as to get a better shot
> > at the main body of troops. We couldn't fire at them, because we would
> > have been firing into our own platoon. But a lot of its fire came back
> > right at us. Dropping to the ground, I watched this kid firing away
> > for 10 seconds, till he disappeared with his buddies into the rice.
> > After a minute the platoon ceased fire in our direction and we got up
> > and moved on.
> >
> Translation: Gee, I never read about the Pacific Island campaigns in WWII.
>

Right ho! Ellsberg is clearly saying that what happened to him has
never happened in history before. You're just so damned astute!

>
> > One thing was clear: these were local boys. They had the advantage of
> > knowing every ditch and dyke, every tree and blade of rice and piece
> > of cover, like it was their own backyard. Because it was their
> > backyard. No doubt (I thought later) that was why they had the nerve
> > to pop up in the midst of a reinforced battalion and fire away with
> > American troops on all sides. They thought they were shooting at
> > trespassers, occupiers, that they had a right to be there and we
> > didn't. This would have been a good moment to ask myself if they were
> > wrong, and if we had a good enough reason to be in their backyard to
> > be fired at.

> Translation: Because I didn't read anything about the Pacific battles I
> didn't understand that reconing the battle ground gives one familiarity
> with the terrain. Therefore, I have to find out what they're thinking by
> ESP. Gee, maybe I better get back to Saigon.
>

Yup! You're right on the money. Ole Ells don't know the doo doo you
do.

> >
> > Later that afternoon, I turned to the radio man, a wiry African
> > American kid who looked too thin to be lugging his 75lb radio, and
> > asked: "By any chance, do you ever feel like the redcoats?"
> >
> > Without missing a beat he said, in a drawl: "I've been thinking that
> > ... all ... day." You couldn't miss the comparison if you'd gone to
> > grade school in America. Foreign troops far from home, wearing helmets
> > and uniforms and carrying heavy equipment, getting shot at every
> > half-hour by non-uniformed irregulars near their own homes, blending
> > into the local population after each attack.
> >
>
> Translation: Boy am I glad I'm not up in I or II Corps where there are
> PAVN regulars with uniforms, cannons and even tanks.
>
Say, what?

....

Gary

Al Zeller wrote in message news:...
> Since you lack the knowledge to understand some of the things he says,
> I'll translate it for you:
>
> Gary Aguilar wrote:
> > After 17 months observing pacification efforts in Vietnam as a state
> > department official, I laid eyes upon an unmistakable enemy for the
> > first time on New Year's Day in 1967. I was walking point with three
> > members of a company from the US army's 25th Division, moving through
> > tall rice, the water over our ankles, when we heard firing close
> > behind us. We spun around, ready to fire. I saw a boy of about 15,
> > wearing nothing but ragged black shorts, crouching and firing an AK-47
> > at the troops behind us. I could see two others, heads just above the
> > top of the rice, firing as well.
> >
> 17 months in Saigon living high on the hog, reading dispaches.
>
Ah, so in addition to being a traitor, he's also a liar. No wonder
those commies in Washington placed him in so high a federal position
when he got back! Thanks for the clarification.
>
> > They had lain there, letting us four pass so as to get a better shot
> > at the main body of troops. We couldn't fire at them, because we would
> > have been firing into our own platoon. But a lot of its fire came back
> > right at us. Dropping to the ground, I watched this kid firing away
> > for 10 seconds, till he disappeared with his buddies into the rice.
> > After a minute the platoon ceased fire in our direction and we got up
> > and moved on.
> >
> Translation: Gee, I never read about the Pacific Island campaigns in WWII.
>

Right ho! Ellsberg is clearly saying that what happened to him has
never happened in history before. You're just so damned astute!

>
> > One thing was clear: these were local boys. They had the advantage of
> > knowing every ditch and dyke, every tree and blade of rice and piece
> > of cover, like it was their own backyard. Because it was their
> > backyard. No doubt (I thought later) that was why they had the nerve
> > to pop up in the midst of a reinforced battalion and fire away with
> > American troops on all sides. They thought they were shooting at
> > trespassers, occupiers, that they had a right to be there and we
> > didn't. This would have been a good moment to ask myself if they were
> > wrong, and if we had a good enough reason to be in their backyard to
> > be fired at.

> Translation: Because I didn't read anything about the Pacific battles I
> didn't understand that reconing the battle ground gives one familiarity
> with the terrain. Therefore, I have to find out what they're thinking by
> ESP. Gee, maybe I better get back to Saigon.
>

Yup! You're right on the money. Ole Ells don't know the doo doo you
do.

> >
> > Later that afternoon, I turned to the radio man, a wiry African
> > American kid who looked too thin to be lugging his 75lb radio, and
> > asked: "By any chance, do you ever feel like the redcoats?"
> >
> > Without missing a beat he said, in a drawl: "I've been thinking that
> > ... all ... day." You couldn't miss the comparison if you'd gone to
> > grade school in America. Foreign troops far from home, wearing helmets
> > and uniforms and carrying heavy equipment, getting shot at every
> > half-hour by non-uniformed irregulars near their own homes, blending
> > into the local population after each attack.
> >
>
> Translation: Boy am I glad I'm not up in I or II Corps where there are
> PAVN regulars with uniforms, cannons and even tanks.
>
Say, what?

....

Gary

Gary Aguilar wrote:
>
> Ah, so in addition to being a traitor, he's also a liar. No wonder
> those commies in Washington placed him in so high a federal position
> when he got back! Thanks for the clarification.
>
Alger Hiss was pretty high in the State Department, too; so why are you
surprised?

>
> Right ho! Ellsberg is clearly saying that what happened to him has
> never happened in history before. You're just so damned astute!
>

Duh. Do you write about mowing your lawn or taking a shit? Well, maybe
you do, but most people don't comment on things unless they're impressed.

>
>>>One thing was clear: these were local boys. They had the advantage of
>>>knowing every ditch and dyke, every tree and blade of rice and piece

Got to thank you for leaving this in. Missed it the first time:

"every ditch and dyke". Hiding behind skirts, was he?


> Yup! You're right on the money. Ole Ells don't know the doo doo you
> do.
>

You're the shit expert here, so I'll have to defer to your superior
knowledge.

>

>
> Say, what?
>
Are you really that ignorant of the fighting in Vietnam? I guess so. Do
you think it was VC who went after the Marines at Khe Sanh, or the 1st
Cav at Ia Drang, or at Lang Ve? There isn't any difficulty
distinguishing the PAVNs from the population there.

Al Zeller