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Remember freedom fries?

I can't believe that it has been over 5 years since Robin Cook passed away. He was one of the few principled politicians out there that I have known of and dare I say, admired. Listening to his resignation speech (from the cabinet), I have a profound sense of sadness for Britain and for the larger civilised world. It is sadder still when you go back in time and think of people like Hans Blix, much maligned by the then US administration and by many others in the world.


History will be astonished at the diplomatic miscalculations that led so quickly to the disintegration of that powerful coalition.

says Cook of the split between the allies in regards to this war.

The world is worse off today without people like Robin Cook. I sure hope the folks that went to war and decided to rename food are enjoying their freedom fries secure in the knowledge that at least now, those (phantom) weapons of mass destruction are indeed beyond use; safely put away in the figment of their collectively (tiny) imaginations.

Rest in peace Robin Cook. The price you paid was small. The price the rest of these sods are paying is still being counted... in lives and dollars; the numbers of digits that make them up, boggles the mind.

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Dr Roshan Radhakrishnan said…
sigh.. people like him who tried to stand up against the idiocy that was going on were hunted down during that time, their reputations destroyed...

as you said, in hindsight, they got off easy. The rest of the world is left to suffer the after effects of the wrong decisions.
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