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March 27, 2007

I Guess This Means Moqtada al-Chubster's Okay After All

...and not the murdering, conniving son-of-bitch Bush and the rest have painted him to be. A regular humanitarian who just wants to hug the world: philanthropy with no ulterior motives.

Enclave of normalcy in fearful Baghdad
In Sadr City, radical cleric offers hope and aid

In front of a blue metal gate, women in black abayas clutch food ration cards and exhibit a confidence rarely felt in the Iraqi capital. They will feed their families tonight. Several yards away, men sit behind wooden desks poring over hundreds of colorful folders, one each for Shiite families forced to flee their homes. Every family will be given a new life.

This busy office in the heart of the vast Shiite slum of Sadr City is not an arm of the government of Prime Minister Nouri al-Maliki. Nor is it a relief agency. It is the domain of the 33-year-old Shiite cleric Moqtada al-Sadr. Here, Sadr doles out aid to his neediest followers, from cradle to grave, filling a void in a desperately uncertain country.


All that trouble musta been caused by some other guy. It's the whole robe/beard/turban thing. I can't tell 'em apart.

My bad. Thanks, WaPo.

Posted by tree hugging sister at March 27, 2007 10:27 AM

Comments

See? Sean Penn is right. Iraq would be a land of happy children with gumdrop smiles were it not for team America.

Posted by: Mr. Bingley at March 27, 2007 10:48 AM

...and their soiled, bloody, sweaty underdrawers.

I agree.

Posted by: tree hugging sister at March 27, 2007 10:56 AM

William Calley, reporting.

Posted by: Nightfly at March 27, 2007 11:36 AM

(Bwahahaha, Diptera! {8^P)

Posted by: tree hugging sister at March 27, 2007 12:16 PM