The Name of this Blog

I guess I should explain twenty months after the fact. Bahgdad Moon Rising is not a take off of the song Bad Moon Rising. That would be corny and simplistic. While I am corny and simplistic, I can't say the same for name.

Before I came a book I was reading talked of how Iraqi's of old used to love to stroll under the desert moon but no longer could. The idea of Baghdad Moon Rising was that eventually, when the moon rose over Baghdad, Iraqi families could once again walk in peace at night.

Well, that quaint thought has been shot to shit the past nineteen months hasn't it?

I read an article yesterday, I would link it here but I can't recall where I read it, now that I think about it it's the NYT's, about a secular club founded by the Brits just after WWI and the break up of the Ottoman Empire. It's a place where one can drink booze, swim with the opposite sex in a public pool and commit other dastardly deeds. It's also where Uday Hussein would rape unsuspecting daughters of the members, but let's not get sidetracked here. The point being they have "club night". Starts at 4 pm and is over by 6 pm. Gives people time to hustle home before dusk. Well before any moon rises any where above Baghdad.