U.s. Journalists I Don't Think Are Very

The Bin Laden I Met Each Time Was In A Simple Saudi White Robe, With A Simple, Cheap Kafiya And Very Cheap Plastic Sandals. But A Videotape Released Before September 11, Which I Saw On Lebanese Television, Had Him In A Gold Embroidered Robe. When I Saw This, I Thought, Whoa, Has This Guy Changed? I Wouldn't Have Imagined Him Ever Appearing In Such Golden Robes When I Met Him.

President Bush Will Come Here And There Will Be New "friends" Of America To Open A New Relationship With The World, New Economic Fortunes For Those Who "liberated" Them.

And I Think, In The End, That Is The Best Definition Of Journalism I Have Heard; To Challenge Authority - All Authority - Especially So When Governments And Politicians Take Us To War, When They Have Decided That They Will Kill And Others Will Die.

How Could Believers, People Who Regard Themselves As True Muslims, Get On Those Planes, Quoting The Words Of God Delivered Through The Prophet To Themselves, Knowing They Were Going To Kill Innocent People? They Saw The Other Passengers On The Plane. They Could See The Woman With Her Little Daughter. They Saw People Making Phone Calls To Their Wives Or Their Husbands. They Knew Who They Were Killing.

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.