In an attempt to find out exactly what's going on, the Google Queen went into motion. I'm very cognisant of not taking what the press say as gospel. As far as I can fathom the pro-Russian separatist authorities in South Ossetia want independence from Georgia, which declared it's independence from the USSR in the early 90's. Many of the residents of South Ossetia were cut off from the north by the new border . . .east Berlin style . . .Georgia also doesn't care for them much because most have Russian passports and they've done a deal with Azerbaijan to have oil piped to them rather than go through the 'mother state' of Georgia . . .naive analysis it must be said and I'm happy to be contradicted . . . so, Georgia invades Ossetia to bring it into line, the Russians get pissed because they don't like Georgia (who are also keen on joining NATO and moving into the west) so the Russians activate the Migs and bomb the shit out of Georgia . . .have I got it right? Look at what local bloggers are saying
What is wrong with the world? Is this another conflict about oil? Why is George Bush even commenting on this? Excuse the vernacular but the sooner that man shuts the fuck up the better. I'm that angry about his ignorance. I've heard things on the news about a new cold war. For God's sake why do we do this to each other. Makes no sense. I once watched a doco on why humans fight. I couldn't find it, hey it's late and the Google Queen is thinking of sinking into a comfortable pillow. But this little devastating outburst in a remote Russian province, a country desperate to be accepted by the west looks to me very much like a grab for oil and another smaller country that wants it's liberty. Whatever happened to negotiation. Yet another excuse to explore alternative energy. What the hell would we fight about if oil was no longer an important commodity?
And yet again Ossetia and Abkhasia are not in the American spellcheck . . . it's a mad world and I am naive to think that if women ruled the world things might be better. We'd have a slap fight and eat chocolate and then get down to business and I'm damn sure it wouldn't involve launching rockets (except maybe with sun dried tomatoes and parmisan with a nice balsamic dressing)
I can't tell you how glad I am to live in the arsehole of the world