Pakistan after Bhutto – hipocrisy goes on

The offical period of grievance is over. Leaders from all over the world praised the dids of Benzamir, fighter for democracy, and condemned her hateful assassins.

Now, it is time to fight for power.

Deep in the grave, Benzamir still found the strength to give the race’s starting shot.

In the political testament she nominated her 19 year old son, Bilawal, to lead the Party of the People of Pakistan and be the next in line of the Bhutto’s dynasty.

The experienced son, in his Christmas holidays, in Dubai, faraway from the political turmoil and the people fighting in the streets of Karachi, promised to fight for democracy.

“The party’s long struggle for democracy will continue with renewed vigor. My mother always said, democracy is the best revenge.”

But not right now. First, Bilawal has to come back for Oxford to finish his studies.

The Sultana was made a martyr

Pakistan has plunged in political turmoil today as the leader of democratic opposition, Benzamir Bhutto, was shot dead in a suicide attack.

The former prime-minister was shot in the chest and neck while she stood in an open-top jeep adressing supporters of in a rally in Rawalpindi.

At least other 20 people were killed in the suicide blast that followed the shooting.

President Musharaf convened an emergency meeting to discuss the action of government and accused Islamist radicals of the murder.

“This is the work of those terrorists with whom we are engaged in war,” he told Pakistan state TV.

“I have been saying that the nation faces the greatest threats from these terrorists. Today after this tragic incident, I want to express my firm resolve.”

Bhutto’s death is a severe blow for the US diplomacy which had encouraged the former prime minister to return from exile.

The forgotten father of journalism

The lost skull of the founding father of modern journalism has been discovered in a remote country churchyard.

Richard Steele’s skeleton, missing for almost 150 years, was found buried in the floor of St Peter’s church, Carmarthen

On the run from London expensive life and its creditors, old Sir Richard found in West Wales the perfect hiding place to spend the rest of his life.

Reflections

Do you come in?

Do you cross the bridge?

A three-eyes world

Ernest