Iraq crackdown on bombers brings silenced killings

Where there is a will, there is a way .

And Al Qaida sure has the will to kill .

Iraq has maybe a year before they plunge back completely into chaos .


(Reuters) - Militants in Iraq are resorting increasingly to guns with silencers to attack security forces and government officials, as successes against insurgents have made it harder for them to carry out trademark bombings.

Analysts say the new, more evasive method of targeting enemies has coincided with the political limbo that has gripped Iraq since an inconclusive March election, giving insurgents some space and time to explore new methods of attacks.

Monitor of Constitutional Freedom and Bill of Rights, an Iraqi non-governmental organization (NGO), said 686 people had been killed with silenced weapons so far this year in Iraq, citing Iraqi police and military figures.

That compared with 473 during all of 2009 and 270 in 2008.

How it should be !

I have no clue who this is , but it is one of those things that sum up how you feel !
from Factoids


Robert Green Ingersoll (1833-1899)

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