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McCain Predicts To Win Iraq War In 2013

Posted in News by guittard on May 17, 2008

McCain’s recent talk about the Iraq War time schedule seemed a bit comical. I am really not sure what is going on in his head. He said the following in Columbus, Ohio to reporters:

“It’s not a timetable; it’s victory. It’s victory, which I have always predicted. I didn’t know when we were going to win World War II; I just knew we were going to win.” (McCain’s Predictions)

World War II? McCain was born in 1936. He would have been three years old when the war started and nine years old in 1945 when it ended. Why is he talking about that? This is strange.

Let’s do some math with his 2013 target date. “There have been 4,390 coalition deaths — 4,078 Americans, two Australians, 176 Britons, 13 Bulgarians, one Czech, seven Danes, two Dutch, two Estonians, one Fijian, four Georgians, one Hungarian, 33 Italians, one Kazakh, one Korean, three Latvian, 22 Poles, three Romanians, five Salvadoran, four Slovaks, 11 Spaniards, two Thai and 18 Ukrainians — in the war in Iraq as of May 16, 2008, according to a CNN count.” (CNN Casualty Source)

4390 divided by 5 (years since 2003) = 878 casualties per year.

878
x 10 (Years)
8780

Casualties for 2013.

The tide may be turning in the war, especially with the elections coming up. Career soldier, Matthis Chiroux, is refusing to report for his June 15 duty date for Iraq. U.S. Soldier Refuses To Serve In ‘Illegal Iraq War’

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What’s the Deal? You’re not an Iraq War Fan?

Posted in Bulgaria, Life, Music, Pernik by guittard on November 16, 2006

A month back maybe, I was eating at a little restaurant outside and a late 50s overweight man kept saying Amerikanetz (American in Bulgarian) and pointing and carrying on.  After much uproar, he finally came over and just sat with me and was drinking Rakia and he bought me a beer.  He seemed a bit angry and cursing under his breathe.  I had heard the words before by kids at the Black Sea.

I sat there and gave the guy the benefit of the doubt.  Eventually, he got on the subject of Iraq.  And in my broken Bulgarian I tried to say that I wanted peace and didn’t like conflicts and that I was there in Bulgaria and not Iraq.  And that yes America does have problems.  It was a strange encounter.  He kept toasting me but it felt like he didn’t like me or Americans.  He kept saying this word that sounded like “Боклук”.  I was quite curious so I took out my dictionary and searched for a word sounding like “Боклук” but I couldn’t find it.

To ease his mind, I started to talk about the Beatles and Bob Dylan and how they were very much for peace back in the day.  We left the restaurant and as we were walking he said that his life was the Beatles.  As we walked through the streets it felt like I was in a parade and the object of attention.  The man asked old babas (grandmas) sitting on outside benches, “Do you know the Beatles and Bob Dylan?”  And he said this guy is American.  I heard the old ladies say “Beatles” and “Bob Dylan.”  Very weird. 

Two days ago, I was at another restaurant and I saw him again.  I was across the room.  When I saw him come in I was like “oh no, not again.”  He motioned at me and I hesitated to go over but he kept motioning.  So I went over and sat with him again. I quickly noticed that the guy had the same attitude and still muttered “Боклук.”

A few minutes into round two, some of the restaurant staff began laughing.  I wasn’t embarrassed. I really just wanted the guy to leave.  I didn’t feel threatened.  He said it was his birthday.  And I finally heard him say тръгвам.  So he was leaving.  I was so curious about this word he kept saying, “Боклук.”

So I texted a Bulgarian and Боклук means “trash” or “garbage.”  So I think that I will avoid this guy if I see him again.  I don’t know if he was calling me trash or America or what.  He did say Hitler at one point.  Doesn’t seem like a pleasant kinda guy.  But anyway, “What’s his deal?”  I’m like the most peaceful non threatening guy around. 

The highlight of our friendly conversation was when he said, “Ti si pich.”  Meaning: you are a dude.  And I told him that in English and so the guy kept saying in two syllables “duduh.” And not just dude.  I still laugh about this drunk guy trying to say “dude” but saying “duduh.”

It is interesting that this guy said his life was the Beatles. I can only hope that others would follow suit. There is too much chalga influence here and not enough influence with substance.

I did find that there are a few Beatles fans here.

Beatles Graffiti