Kind of hate to admit it, but hey, this is a place of truth, right? So I'll even confess that this is not an anomalous occurrence: I picked up Iraq: The Borrowed Kettle by Slavoj Žižek August 24th, and renewed it and renewed it and renewed it until there were no renewals left to me, and on the day it was due as I was digging it out of The Pile to take back to the library I thought, "I'll just have a quick look at this before it goes back," and started to read it, and then got into it and decided that I should probably just go ahead and give it a fast read before I returned it, and even if I couldn't finish it in time to put it in the book depository and avoid a late fee, what's a few cents here or there, anyway? Besides, it's a way of donating some money to the library, right? No harm done.
But then I pooped out last night and so I'm devoting the morning to this book, and it is really ba-low-ing my mind. Take this, for example:
"What if the war or terror is not so much an answer to the terrorist attacks themselves as an answer to the rise of the anti-globalist movement, a way to contain it and distract attention from it? What if this 'collateral damage' of the war on terror is its true aim?"
Yowza. I mean, I am (and have been from the start) down with the 9/11 Truth Movement, so I've got a decade and a half of context for this, and it still brought me up short. This Slavoj Žižek fellow is intense.
Going to go read some more now. Only four and a half hours left to beat the fine. (It's kind of a personal challenge thing at this point.)
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