Christian Science Monitor and the Pakistan Daily times have articles on the widening schisms in the Taliban which we’ve tracked here since last August. The splits are for a variety of reasons, they are not purely sectarian as some have painted.
Some of the splits devolve to philosophy and method: concerns that the Ummah has noticed that the Taliban and Al Qaeda are killing more muslims than the Nato forces. Some are purely regional — dog eat dog struggles for regions and smuggling routes. Others involve tribal differences, and some truly are sectarian and racial.
It really boils down to this: When nobody is in control, then everybody wants to be in control and will use any excuse to assume power. All Jihadis better watch their own backs, because your “brothers” aren’t guarding them anymore; instead they are eyeing that spot between your shoulderblades.
Michael Yon has a report on the evil of Al Qaida in Iraq, and in the past I’ve pointed out their evil elsewhere. Anyone still following this mad dajjal and his demons is truly beyond all hope, and must be killed. From the article:
Soldiers from 5th IA said al Qaeda had cut the heads off the children. Had al Qaeda murdered the children in front of their parents? Maybe it had been the other way around: maybe they had murdered the parents in front of the children. Maybe they had forced the father to dig the graves of his children.
Over a year ago, in April 2006 I marveled at the longevity of the two Martian rovers, and wondered if they would make it through the Martian winter. They are both still alive and still working, although Spirit has a nickname of “lame spirit” from the dragging right front wheel. Here’s what Stuart Atkinson said earlier in the month:
I’m proud of them and all they’ve achieved, those plucky, apparently immortal machines. They arrived on Mars all those years ago so bright and so shiny, their clean metalwork flashing in the Martian sun as they emerged like aluminum butterflies from their cocoons. Now they’re weary and worn, and each day they wake seems like a miracle. Oppy is still in pretty good shape as she works her way around the serrated rim of Victoria Crater, but on the other side of Mars my poor gal Spirit is suffering. Smothered in Sun-dimming, circuit-clogging dust and dragging a frozen wheel behind her as she hauls herself around Homeplate, she’s on borrowed time and she knows it.
In a new mission for Opportunity, it will descend into Victoria crater to investigate the shiny ring about the crater, and scientists hope the examination of the strata of the crater wall will give us many more clues about the mantle of planet Mars. Once in however, opportunity could become trapped, a case of opportunity lost.