It's Very Easy To Start

I Don't Like The Definition 'war Correspondent'. It Is History, Not Journalism, That Has Condemned The Middle East To War. I Think 'war Correspondent' Smells A Bit, Reeks Of False Romanticism: It Has Too Much Of The Whiff Of Victorian Reporters Who Would View Battles From Hilltops In The Company Of Ladies, Immune To Suffering, Only Occasionally Glancing Towards The Distant Pop-pop Of Cannon Fire.

Bin Laden Is Not Well Read And He's Not Sophisticated, But He Will Have Worked Out Very Coldly What America Would Do.

It Is Always An Eerie Experience To Sit Among Bashar Al-assad's Soldiers.

I've Never Seen A Single Demonstration In Pakistan, In The Streets Of Gaza, In The West Bank, In Which The People Have Come Out With Signs Saying, "please Give Us Better Roads. Please Give Us New Prenatal Clinics. Please Give Us A New Sewage System." I'm Sure They'd Like Those Things, But It's Not What They Demand In The Demonstrations. In The Demonstrations, They Talk About Justice, They Talk About An End To Israeli Occupation.

At Baalbek Nuts I Bought Pistachios From The Lebanese Owners, Who Answered My Request For Their Thoughts On The War With The Typically Lebanese Response Of No Problem. It's A Lie, As We All Knew.