Go, girl!

Go, girl!
: Somebody let Julie Burchill out of her cage and I’m glad. She takes on Susan Sarandon:

I’ve just heard a snippet of the most disgustingly me-me-me anti-war advert by Susan Sarandon, in which she intones, “Before our kids start coming home from Iraq in body bags, and women and children start dying in Baghdad, I need to know – what did Iraq do to us?” Well, if you mean what did Saddam do to America The Beautiful, not an awful lot – but to millions of his own people, torture and murder for a start. Don’t they count?

Surely this is the most self-obsessed anti-war protest ever. NOT IN MY NAME! That’s the giveaway. Who gives a stuff about their wet, white, western names? See how they write them so solemnly in a list on the bottom of the letters they send to the papers. And the ones that add their brats’ names are the worst – a grotesque spin on Baby On Board, except they think that this gives them extra humanity points not just on the motorway, but in the whole wide weeping, striving, yearning world. We don’t know the precious names of the countless numbers Saddam has killed. We’re talking about a people – lots of them parents – subjected to an endless vista of death and torture, a country in which freedom can never be won without help from outside.

It would probably be better if I let it stand there: a powerful statement.

But then Burchill continues to make fun of stars and I can’t resist that fun:

…is it a total coincidence that those stars most prominent in the anti-war movement are the most notoriously “difficult”and vain – Streisand, Albarn, Michael, Madonna, Sean Penn?…

Anti-war nuts suffer from the usual mixture of egotism and self-loathing that often characterises recreational depression – an unholy alliance of Oprahism and Meldrewism in which you think you’re scum, but also that you’re terribly important, too….

What these supreme egotists achieve by putting themselves at the centre of every crisis is to make the Iraqi people effectively disappear. NOT IN MY NAME! is western imperialism of the sneakiest sort, putting our clean hands before the freedom of an enslaved people. But even those whose anti-war protests started in good faith now know that when Saddam’s regime comes tumbling down, thousands of Iraqis will dance and sing with joy before the TV cameras, and thank our armed forces for giving them back their lives.

How embarrassing it will be for the peaceniks to have to explain to the celebrants how much better it would have been for them never to have been troubled by such joy!