Finally, a Pentagon operation that does not incinerate an Afghan wedding. Progress. In the longest running overseas troops deployment of America the regnant empire is being fought to a virtual standstill by a ragtag militia of peasants in the Hindu Kush by whom vast tracts of the countryside is still governed with surge after impotent surge and no end in sight. But never despair, we can always pull up a creepy image on the screen of an arthritic towelhead whose battlefield influence proves as far reaching as Lady Gaga’s.
A cheap barroom cynic might assert that, the battle odds being what they are, the Pashtuns have put in a mighty impressive show for a primitively equipped outfit and that absent a nuclear strike will almost certainly be a credible fighting force when Uncle Sam withdraws shortly after cutting a deal with them.
Sam’s fighting record in the postwar global order is nothing to write home about: A loss in Vietnam, a draw in Korea, a retreat from Lebanon, a premature flight from Somalia, an entrenchment in Iraq, a (likely) defeat in Afghanistan.
The world is closely watching and, come the impending moment when the last chopper flies out of Kabul in scenes evocative of Saigon 1975 and the Taliban roll back in, the Chinese and the Russians and the beardos will laugh and dance in the street.
This empire of perpetual war is moribund. But to hell with the long view and thank God for the martyrdom of our Saudi brother. So many shapely virgins up there, so few condoms. Ne requiescat in pace.
Most americans didnt want to go in to afghanistan. It wasnt our fucking choice! Hell,
we havent even finished burying out dead and ministering to our wounded from Iraq!
Our widows and orphans have still yet barely grasped what happened.