Bringing Bandwidth To Iraq
jemevans sends us a link to his nonfiction tale of two California cypherpunks who went to Baghdad to seek their fortune and bring the Internet to Iraq. A much abridged version ran in Wired a while back. From the original: "Ryan Lackey wears body armor to business meetings. He flies armed helicopters to client sites. He has a cash flow problem: he is paid in hundred-dollar bills, sometimes shrink-wrapped bricks of them, and flowing this money into a bank is difficult. He even calls some of his company's transactions 'drug deals' — but what Lackey sells is Internet access. From his trailer on Logistics Staging Area Anaconda, a colossal US Army base fifty miles north of Baghdad, Lackey runs Blue Iraq, surely the most surreal ISP on the planet. He is 26 years old."
Sounds like a piece of sensational journalism (yeah, yeah, since when was journalism not sensation, whatever).
Such articles should be read with an eye of scrutiny and an ounce of salt.
I'm sure there are many many right-wing types here who would love to show their support for bringing this vital infrastructure to Iraq. God knows it's safe enough to go over there now - John McCain said that there were several neighborhoods in Baghdad that he could stroll around in without any trouble and the Representative Mike Pence from Indiana said going shopping there was no different than going shopping back home. Especially now that the surge is working!
So come on, right-wing types! Where's your "support the troops" spirit?
That is all.
Hmmm... as far as I can tell from the article, he's one of the most productive and useful people in Iraq these days. Might not be the nicest guy or have the purest motives... but I'd say competence is what's most lacking there. I'd vote for him. And the other guy Tyler too, why hasn't he been tapped as the US chief of Iraqi reconstruction?
I'm totally fucking serious too. You hear about some of the incompetent bungling idiots running US operations in Iraq, and these guys both sound like they'd bring a lot to the job.
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