Earlier this month, Iraq held national elections. To the surprise of the US government and their whores in the media, Shi'ite cleric and movement leader Moqtada al-Sadr ended up the big winner.
Sunday, Abdullah bin Bijad al-Otaibi (ALARABIYA) wondered:
So now the question is who will assassinate Muqtada al-Sadr? Or who will assassinate his deputies to reengineer the composition of the Iraqi parliament? This has already happened earlier when the formation of government was taken away from Ayad Allawi and was passed on to Nouri al-Maliki.
It will be at the hand of Iran and no one else, but how will that be done? Will it be done through the hands of Sunni extremists, like when al-Qaeda assassinated Mohammed Baqir al-Hakim? Or will it be carried out by Shiite extremists like the bombing of Al-Askari Shrine in Samarra? The Iranian apparatuses, their militias and their agents in Iraq can answer these questions.
What is it that's made it so natural to raise the issue of assassination?
Madonna, Johnny Depp and too many other nut cases have thought that floating the assassination of President Donald Trump was cute, funny and sophisticated.
It's not cute, it's not funny and it only serves to remind most that you barely got through high school and that you're so-called intellect is not what you're famous for.
Assassination is troubling. It's violence attacking the people and not just the subject targeted.
Robert F. Kennedy Jr. knows all about that. Tom Jackman (WASHINGTON POST) reported Saturday:
Kennedy was asleep in his dorm at Georgetown Preparatory School in Bethesda, Maryland, on June 5, 1968, when a priest woke him and told there was a car waiting outside to take him to the family home, Hickory Hill, in McLean, Virginia. The priest didn't say why.
In his new memoir, "American Values: Lessons I Learned from My Family," Kennedy said his mother's secretary was waiting for him. "Jinx Hack told me my father had been shot, but I was still thinking he'd be okay. He was, after all, indestructible."
Robert F. Kennedy Jr., his older sister Kathleen and brother Joe flew to Los Angeles on Vice President Hubert Humphrey's plane, Air Force Two.
At Good Samaritan Hospital, Kennedy wrote, his father's head was bandaged and his face was bruised. A priest had already delivered last rites. His mother was there.
"I sat down across the bed from her and took hold of his big wrestler's hand," he wrote. "I prayed and said goodbye to him, listening to the pumps that kept him breathing. Each of us children took turns sitting with him and praying opposite my mom.
"My dad died at 1:44 a.m., a few minutes after doctors removed his life support. My brother Joe came into the ward where all the children were lying down and told us, 'He's gone.' "
RFK Jr. is haunted by his father's death. He also believes there was a second shooter in his father's assassination and supports a re-investigation into his father's murder (we agree a re-investigation is needed). When people think they're being cute, they might want to think a little harder because there is nothing cute about assassination.