Thursday, August 11, 2016

uh-oh ... whuppin' our enemy's butt

Lt. Gen. Sean MacFarland
Members of the U.S. Congress who are currently on summer break, may need to hustle their focal points back to Washington: The Pentagon claims to have put a stunning dent in so-called Islamic State in Syria and Iraq and if there's one thing local politicians cannot afford, it's a victory over the terrorist quotient in the Middle East. Without an enemy, there is less room for fear and without fear, politicians might have to focus on issues that require thought and compromise and an eye to the constituencies that elected them and may yet (with any luck) again.

Mind you, the Pentagon is not claiming complete success -- just enough to keep the money and troops coming and the voters distracted. Defeating an alleged enemy would be akin to political suicide: In this case:
A top US commander has claimed the military campaigns in Iraq and Syria have taken 45,000 enemy combatants off the battlefield and reduced the total number of Islamic State fighters to as few as 15,000.
But don't get too cocky or proud of the 'heros or ease off on the fear accelerator:
 “Military success in Iraq and Syria will not necessarily mean the end of Daesh,” he said, using an Arabic acronym for the Islamic State group. “We can expect the enemy to adapt, to morph into a true insurgent force and terrorist organisation capable of horrific attacks like the one here on July 3 in Baghdad and those others we’ve seen around the world.”
Just before the U.S. invaded Iraq in 2003, lesser voices warned that without an end-game in view, the situation would devolve into sectarian confusion and violence. And whaddya know, those lesser voices were onto something if America's longest war is any example.

What does the U.S. want?
What has been the result of its presence? (millions of refugees for one)
Why are the people dubbed "terrorists" unparsed and vilified without considering that perhaps they have something to be pissed off about?
Would you rather have your kids healthy and in school or shipped to Dover, Md., in a pine box?

1 comment:

  1. I Feel Like I'm Fixin' to Die Rag

    Well, come on all of you, big strong men,
    Uncle Sam needs your help again.
    He's got himself in a terrible jam
    Way down yonder in Vietnam
    So put down your books and pick up a gun,
    We're gonna have a whole lotta fun.

    And it's one, two, three,
    What are we fighting for ?
    Don't ask me, I don't give a damn,
    Next stop is Vietnam;
    And it's five, six, seven,
    Open up the pearly gates,
    Well there ain't no time to wonder why,
    Whoopee! we're all gonna die.

    Come on Wall Street, don't be slow,
    Why man, this is war au-go-go
    There's plenty good money to be made
    By supplying the Army with the tools of its trade,
    But just hope and pray that if they drop the bomb,
    They drop it on the Viet Cong.

    And it's one, two, three,
    What are we fighting for ?
    Don't ask me, I don't give a damn,
    Next stop is Vietnam.
    And it's five, six, seven,
    Open up the pearly gates,
    Well there ain't no time to wonder why
    Whoopee! we're all gonna die.

    Well, come on generals, let's move fast;
    Your big chance has come at last.
    Now you can go out and get those reds
    'Cause the only good commie is the one that's dead
    And you know that peace can only be won
    When we've blown 'em all to kingdom come.

    And it's one, two, three,
    What are we fighting for ?
    Don't ask me, I don't give a damn,
    Next stop is Vietnam;
    And it's five, six, seven,
    Open up the pearly gates,
    Well there ain't no time to wonder why
    Whoopee! we're all gonna die.

    Come on mothers throughout the land,
    Pack your boys off to Vietnam.
    Come on fathers, and don't hesitate
    To send your sons off before it's too late.
    And you can be the first ones in your block
    To have your boy come home in a box.

    And it's one, two, three
    What are we fighting for ?
    Don't ask me, I don't give a damn,
    Next stop is Vietnam.
    And it's five, six, seven,
    Open up the pearly gates,
    Well there ain't no time to wonder why,
    Whoopee! we're all gonna die.

    Country Joe And The Fish 1967

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