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Doctors Assassinated in Iraq

A 2008 article in Newsweek says sectarian and politically-motivated violence after the US-led invasion has decimated the health care industry: In Iraq, The Doctors Are Out.

The medical profession in particular has been hollowed out. Iraq’s health-care system used to be the envy of the Arab world. Even in the 1990s, when sanctions and Saddam Hussein’s worsening misrule crippled much of the country, people came from all over the region to study medicine or seek treatment. But after the U.S. invasion, doctors became targets for ransom kidnappings and assassination. Upwards of 120 physicians were killed. Some were gunned down in their own clinics. Things got worse than ever after 2005, when loyalists of the radical cleric Moqtada al-Sadr gained control of the Health Ministry. Hospitals turned into Shiite militia bases where Sunnis could be killed on sight.

The Sadrists are in retreat now, but the doctors are still missing. The current health minister, Salih Hasnawi, estimates that roughly half the country’s doctors have fled, from a prewar total of as many as 30,000 or more. He says only about 800 health professionals have returned—and that number includes not only doctors but also dentists and pharmacists.

Just 3% of doctors remain after three years. Reversing this trend is complicated by the ongoing threats and violence.

But money alone won’t bring back many doctors. As much as they like higher salaries, what they want is freedom from fear. Just last week, doctors in the southern city of Karbala temporarily closed their clinics, seeking protection from families who threaten violence when their loved ones aren’t cured. The Iraqi cabinet has tried to help medical workers feel safer, even ordering the police to exempt doctors from the law requiring a permit to carry firearms on Baghdad’s streets.

The right to carry arms does not seem like a great incentive, let alone control measure, for the medical profession. It actually seems like a giant loophole that will encourage every terrorist or crook to forge medical papers. I mean even more frightening than a lack of doctors, perhaps, is the impersonation of doctors by terrorists and violent factions to increase their kill ratios. The Independent tells the story about a man who posed as a doctor and then killed dozens of wounded soldiers instead of helping them.

“He was called Dr Louay and when the terrorists had failed to kill a policeman or a soldier he would finish them off,” Colonel Yadgar Shukir Abdullah Jaff, a senior Kirkuk police chief, told The Independent. “He gave them a high dosage of a medicine which increased their bleeding so they died from loss of blood.”

Dr Louay carried out his murder campaign over an eight to nine-month period, say police. He appeared to be a hard working assistant doctor who selflessly made himself available for work in any part of the hospital, which is the largest in Kirkuk.

He was particularly willing to assist in the emergency room. With 272 soldiers, policemen and civilians killed and 1,220 inj

ured in insurgent attacks in Kirkuk in 2005, the doctors were rushed off their feet and glad of any help they could get. Nobody noticed how many patients were dying soon after being tended by their enthusiastic young colleague.

Dr Louay was finally arrested only after the leader of the cell to which he belonged, named Malla Yassin, was captured and confessed.

No one could tell this man was killing the wounded, even though everyone he treated died shortly after he visited them. One can only imagine the damage, and the exodus of his colleagues, if he also was allowed to carry weapons.

Long Time

by The Roots

Struck by the luck of the draw
Real life preservation
What I’m hustling for
My name black thought
The definition of raw
I was born in South Philly
On a cement floor
I had nothing at all
Had to knuckle and brawl
They swore I’d fall
Be another brick in the wall
Another life
Full of love
That lost
That’s silly
This Philly
Y’all really ain’t stopping
The boy with the pen
Like Willie
On top of the hall
Pure soul is what the city
Most popular for
Hear the tones
That will ease you
Smooth
As Bunny Sigler’s soundtrack
Keeping your head bopping and all
It’s something in the water
Where I come from
They used to sing it on the corner
Where I come from
Making something outta nothing
Because everybody fifty cents
From a quarter
Where I come from
Yeah
The streets ain’t timid
But I feel at home in it
Gotta see a couple people
I ain’t got at
In a minute
Yeah
You can take a brother outta South Philly
Can’t take it outta him really
I forever represent it
And it’s

It’s been a long time
Since I been back around the way
It’s been a long time
Let it spin let spin let it spin
Since I been back around your way
It’s been a long time
Long time long time

Live and dirvet
I don’t need no mic check
Remember mommy told me
You ain’t write that
It started in the bathroom taking a dump
Listening to Ultramagnetic
Ego tripping you won’t
Pressure my word
I’m the urban vision
Of you chump
Stomped on a different ground
Sound second to none
Synthesizers tweet
To improvise your feet
I calculated every lyric to arrive on a beat
It’s free
Come get high on me
Before a nine millimeter shell
Hit my pelle pelle
In the p
Yeah
It’s something in the water
Where I come from
They used to sing it on the corner
Where I come from
Making something outta nothing
Because everybody
Fifty cents from a quarter
Yo
Where I come from
It’s just a natural reaction
For crack to make it happen
Let the pen ink sink
Into the paper of the pad
Think back
When I was younger
Ghetto could have took me under
Young Peedi can’t mess with North Philly
Never had
You don’t know about me
You ain’t stroll my streets
Look familiar
I feel ya
Longtime no see

It’s been a long time
Since I been back around the way
It’s been a long time
Let it spin let spin let it spin
Since I been back around your way
It’s been a long time
Long time long time

Clap something
But whatever you clap
Clap to the record spinning
While I’m taking you back
To the top paper era
Baby big on that
Picture the pool room
Where the money getters was at
And street people
With feather in the cap
Or their bossolino pulling paper
As if it’s a small casino
I was a young boy
Sweeping the floors
And running to stores
But all those old heads
Would talk to me About the way
To clutch the eagle
On a buck and truck
And if I’m down
How to get back up
Just survival kid
And it’s a struggle worldwide
I’m positive
Shit the ghetto might as well
Be the Gaza Strip
You know where all the monsters is
Street walkers
You don’t see no consciousness
I’m coming back to where
The core of the problem is
We on the job again
Y’all know what time it is

It’s been a long time
Since I been back around the way
It’s been a long time
Let it spin let spin let it spin
Since I been back around your way
It’s been a long time
Long time long time

KFC violates FCC Act

Here’s a funny news nugget from The Onion: KFC No Longer Permitted To Use Word ‘Eat’ In Advertisements

“KFC’s claim that its fried offerings have ‘that taste you’ll just love to eat’ is in direct violation of federal regulations,” acting FCC chairman Michael Copps said. “The word ‘eat’ is legally permissible only in reference to substances appropriate for human consumption. Any implication that a consumer could or should ‘enjoy’ a KFC Crispy Strip fails to meet these standards, and presents an unlawful deception to consumers.”

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KFC advertisers are reportedly still in negotiations with authorities over whether the word “consumables”—a term that can encompass any product that must be replaced periodically, such as brake pads or swimming pool chlorine—is an allowable substitution for “food.”

Is it consumable time?