Recanting on his former "no help needed" stance, Pakistan President Pervez Musharraf said today that he will allow Scotland Yard to help in investigating the murder of Benazir Bhutto.
Even Scotland Yard has its work cut out for it. Rather than maintaining a crime scene, the Pakistan government had workers out hosing down the site of Bhutto's death. Doctors who made statements that contradicted the later official government version have said that reports have disappeared and they have been silenced.
Video: Bhutto spoke frankly about the fact that the Taliban and radical Islamists, as well as political opponents, would try to kill her when she returned to Pakistan to fight for democracy after her exile.
Sad news from Pakistan: charismatic opposition leader Benazir Bhutto was savagely gunned down during a bombing attack that killed at least 20 today. The photo was taken just before her death.
Many believed that she had come home knowing that she would eventually be martyred. Bhutto rallied faith, spirit and resolve against the oppressive regime of President Pervez Musharraf.
Educated at Radcliff in the United States and Oxford in England, Bhutto came from a family that fought hard, and died, for freedom in Pakistan. Her father, a former prime minister, was hanged by a repressive regime.
Bhutto, a former prime minister of Pakistan, went against the tide in Islamic regions. She was the first female prime minister in an Islamist country, and served twice despite persecution.
Video: Bhutto speaks about Al-Qaeda, the Taliban, and the use of the Muslim religion for terrorism.
During service as prime minister, Bhutto brought electricity to many in Pakistan--in the 1990's. She worked against corruption, and fought for health, education, and welfare improvements for the Pakistani people.
Unafraid to speak out and fight for what she believed, Bhutto had been imprisoned many times, and has been under death threats since she returned to Pakistan to lead her Pakistan People's Party (PPP). A horrific suicide bombing killed more than 100 people during her motorcade in October.
The world has lost a valiant voice; Islamic extremists have proven again that freedom, in their world view, is not an option. Bhutto was anti-terrorism, anti Al-Qaeda, anti-Taliban, and, especially as a woman leader, was a special threat to terrorists and those seeking violence and repression of others. She also wanted to assist the U.S. in finding Osama bin Laden and in stopping the illegal traffic of weapons of mass destruction by terrorists.
This is a developing news story. Will Pakistan erupt in fury?
Video from the October bombing of her homecoming convoy, including detonation of the second bomb.
Why is this blog called "I Found a Peanut"? Look for life's richness & mystery as you travel--see "The Peanut Man", below. Taste life!
The Peanut Man
The morning is cool, a mist rising off the land. Just past dawn, still sleepy. But you're moving on down the road anyway.
There, under the trees, steam rising from the boiling pot, blending into the wisps of fog. The peanut man.
With the sun still barely tipping over the rounded earth, and the early morning cries of birds, the crossroads up ahead, you think: what did Robert Johnson first see when he met up with the devil? The fire glows hot as the peanut man smiles, chanting "hot boiled peanuts, fresh, sack 'em up. Hot boiled peanuts."
He hands you the sack, wet, hot, tempting with the fullness of hot boiled peanuts. You both smile, changing your money, fragile slip of paper, for what he has to offer: heat, a crunch, a taste like no other, the peanut, extraordinary food.
You hop back in your car. If you're smart, you find plenty of towels, paper or otherwise. Peanut bag goes in your lap, warming you.
Scoop out a hot boiled peanut. Here's where the juice begins, for real. If you know hot boiled peanuts, you don't crack open the peanut and transfer the meat to your mouth.
No, put the peanut in your mouth. Bite down. The warm, salty water, rich with the taste of peanut rushes across your tongue.
Lap your tongue around the peanut and shell. Suck. This is what life tastes like, meaty, salty, and warm, rich.
Remove peanut and shell, extract peanut. Toss shell somewhere. Return peanut, bare, naked, to your mouth. Taste it fully as you chew, the earthy taste of the simple peanut. Packed with protein, served with panache in that cradling shell, the peanut is about as good as it gets in the simple goodness of life.
If you've found a peanut, a whole bag of hot boiled peanuts, you've found food, warmth, sustenance, an entire culture, and something to muse about as you journey on.
Not to mention peanut shells to throw at your brother or buddy. Doesn't matter. The essence is the peanut, rich, rolling in the currents of history, from the Delta to the dawn of a new techno-millenium.
Brother Peanut is going along for the ride. And the peanut man, he'll always be out there, somewhere. No matter how long or hard the trip, suddenly, you round a curve, and there he is, smiling over his pot.
Think I'm doing a good job? I'd love some fresh tea, thanks!