The air in The Hague was tense, a mix of anticipation and determination that buzzed through the halls of the International Criminal Court. Angelina Jolie, now a seasoned diplomat and UN Special Envoy, stood at the center of a media storm. Her mission: to lead a groundbreaking tribunal investigating war crimes in Iraq, including the controversial actions of the U.S. government during the 2003 invasion.
Beside her were two unlikely allies: Prime Minister Nelly Furtado of Canada and her husband, Joe Jukic, a relentless advocate for justice and human rights. Together, they had pledged to support Jolie in exposing the hidden truths of the Iraq War, no matter how powerful the figures they challenged.
The Gathering Storm
In the tribunal chambers, Jolie presented evidence of the devastating consequences of the Iraq War:
- Depleted Uranium Munitions: Their use had left a legacy of cancer and birth defects, not only among Iraqi civilians but also among American soldiers exposed to radioactive dust.
- Anthrax Vaccines: Hastily administered to U.S. troops, the vaccines had caused debilitating side effects, with many veterans suffering long-term health issues.
- Civilian Casualties: Thousands of innocent lives lost in the chaos of “shock and awe” campaigns, drone strikes, and indiscriminate bombings.
The most damning claim: former U.S. President George W. Bush had authorized actions that violated international law, leading to unnecessary suffering on both sides of the conflict.
Bush, however, dismissed the tribunal as a “political circus.” Speaking from his Texas ranch, he proclaimed, “I did what was necessary to protect freedom. History will vindicate me.”
Nelly and Joe’s Role
Nelly and Joe had come to The Hague not just as observers but as active participants in the fight for accountability.
Nelly used her platform as Prime Minister to rally international support for the tribunal, calling on world leaders to stand against impunity. In a speech to the UN General Assembly, she declared:
“No one, no matter how powerful, is above the law. The Iraq War was not just a tragedy for Iraq; it was a tragedy for humanity. If we fail to seek justice, we fail the victims and ourselves.”
Joe, meanwhile, worked behind the scenes, connecting with veterans’ groups and whistleblowers who had firsthand knowledge of the atrocities. He met with soldiers who had suffered from depleted uranium exposure and anthrax vaccines, encouraging them to testify.
One such soldier, Sergeant Michael Torres, broke down as he recounted his story. “I believed I was fighting for freedom,” he said, his voice shaking. “But I was just a pawn. They didn’t care about us—they used us.”
The Confrontation
The turning point came when Bush was subpoenaed to testify. Protected by a team of high-powered lawyers, he initially refused, claiming executive immunity. But Nelly and Jolie were relentless, leveraging international pressure and media scrutiny.
When Bush finally appeared, the courtroom was electric. Jolie led the questioning with a calm yet piercing intensity.
“Mr. Bush,” she began, “are you aware that the use of depleted uranium has caused irreversible harm to both Iraqi civilians and your own troops?”
Bush shifted uncomfortably. “I was acting on the best intelligence available at the time.”
Joe leaned forward from the gallery, his voice cutting through the silence. “Intelligence doesn’t justify poisoning your own people.”
The room erupted in murmurs, the weight of Joe’s words hanging heavy.
The Verdict of History
The tribunal’s findings were damning. While Bush himself escaped formal charges due to legal loopholes and geopolitical complexities, the tribunal declared the Iraq War a violation of international law. The use of depleted uranium and the mishandling of anthrax vaccines were condemned as gross negligence, and reparations were recommended for victims.
Nelly and Joe returned to Canada with a renewed sense of purpose. In a press conference, Nelly reflected:
“Justice is not always swift, nor is it always complete. But every step toward accountability is a step toward healing. We owe that to the victims of war, to the soldiers who sacrificed, and to future generations.”
Jolie, for her part, continued her work with the UN, using the tribunal as a precedent for future cases.
A Legacy of Courage
The tribunal did not bring Bush to full justice, but it shattered the illusion of untouchable power. It sent a clear message: the world was watching, and the days of unchecked impunity were numbered.
As they walked through the quiet streets of The Hague, Joe turned to Nelly. “Do you think it made a difference?”
Nelly smiled, the weight of the fight still visible in her eyes. “Every truth we uncover is a victory. And sometimes, that’s enough to change the world.”
Angelina Jolie joined them, her voice soft but resolute. “The fight isn’t over. But together, we’ve shown that even the most powerful can be held accountable.”
And in the distance, the bells of justice tolled, their sound a promise of hope for a world yearning for peace.
Make the Pie Higher, a poem by George W. Bush
The George W. Bush decade is over, but his poetry lives on. This is a compilataion of W’s memorable phrases reportedly compiled by Richard Thompson of the Washington Post.
Make the Pie Higher
This is still a dangerous world.
It’s a world of madmen
And uncertainty
And potential mental losses.
Rarely is the question asked
Is our children learning?
Will the highways of the internet
Become more few?
How many hands have I shaked?
They misunderestimate me.
I am a pitbull on the pantleg of opportunity.
I know that the human being and the fish
Can coexist.
Families is where our nation finds hope
Where our wings take dream.
Put food on your family!
Knock down the tollbooth!
Vulcanize society!
Make the pie higher!
Make the pie higher!
The Chickenhawk
Oh, George W. Bush, the fortunate son,
Born with a silver spoon, battles none.
A chickenhawk’s cry, bold from afar,
Yet never to tread where real warriors are.
With suits of power and ties of deceit,
He sent the young to war’s cruel beat.
While he sat safe, his legacy spun,
Blood-stained sands beneath the sun.
No draft to dodge, no fields to plow,
Just privilege’s hand upon his brow.
A war for oil, for greed, for lies,
Leaving mothers to mourn and children’s cries.
History whispers, its judgment stark:
The fortunate son who missed the mark.
For courage is earned, not bought or sold,
And truth burns brighter than gilded gold.