The Big One
It's quiet on the street this morning, and cold. Usually when the wind is right you can hear the new recuits drilling at Great Lakes, but I must say, I haven't heard them in some months. They did build that expensive new drill hall for Recuit Training Command, so maybe they've all gone inside? I hope so. I'd hate to think recuiting for enlisted men and women into the US armed services had fallen off...Who would protect us then? Republican officeholders? Shiver me timbers! "This may become the first time in history of the United States Congress," said President Bush, "that it has voted to send a new commander into battle, and then voted to oppose his plan that is necessary to succeed in that battle." --G.W. Bush (Feb. 2007).
Recall that the GOP's Chicken hawks were all the rage back in 2002 when the invasion of Iraq went down, but where are they now? Run out of office last year, and by and large replaced by veterans of that ill-concieved extention of the fantasy war on terrorism into a reality war on the all voluntary military and especially their dependents and survivors and all the other jobless moochers sucking at the government's welfare teat in the form of Social Security benefits retirement, death, disability or any tax money the privatizerss haven't found yet. So now they want to gin up another war in the region to prove the pacifists and nay-sayers in Congress are wrong.
Politics as usual, not beanbag, but swag in the carpetbags. The war has been good for the war mongering press, and commissioned officers who will need fat revolving door jobs when they get their ticket home and the private contractors they serve until then. But the grubby little Kill Kilroy's and Jarhead Janes, and Swabbies who lube the war machine, have been becoming increasingly scarce in their city, suburban, and rural habitats. And that's why the Iran invasion is so predicated on bombing and other more capital intensive methods of modern war making. Bought all that? Well, then you're ready for WWIII as the current barbarous Administration envisions it, as a nuclear walk-over. A few well thrown tactical mega-tons and you can scratch another I-word out of your dictionaries and off your outdated maps, and as soon as Terehan cools sufficently, the Pentagon will begin sending in GE, Halliburton and Blackwater security people, to make sure that when our actual troops, if any, arrive they will be treated with the respect due to any conquering horde of Christian soldiers, bent on saving. Flowers, bowls of smelly yogurt, and maybe some puss from the radiation burns their false God failed to protect them from. Don't say faith, say Feith.
And never forget that Our God is at Our President Bush's side, and has been since he made the former Governor of Texas the President of the United States in 2001, and Emperor of Mesopotamia in 2002, and together they will see that everthing turns out allright. What more convincing can you want than an imprimatur from the Almighty himself, and no, that nuclear weapons shall not be taken off the table this because of his assurances that he plans to use a few of the smaller ones? Well, hey! Diplomacy is hard work. Threats and intimidation will only take you so far. Torture? Nix to that, you have to be there in proximity to inflict it properly, and a feasible torture drone is still in the drawing board stage. How can we punish these trangressors properly without killing any more politically unconnected soldiers, than we absolutely have to this time? There-in lies a poser, the solution to is reigning in the Iranian's regional ambitions, if any, becomes obvious in the light of day. Drop the big one, Mr. President. Push the easy button along with him and relax, knowing that at least you know where all your tax money is going, and if not, you'll read about it here first.
 Iraq, Iran, Irradiated.
Update; No doubt I'm the only one watching Atrois make a perfect fool of himself trying to explain his antipithy toward all those religions to his flock of sheep over at Eschaton? It's allright, I'm used to it. It's the price of having original thoughts. That and $40 for the blog. It's very sad, and it's hilarious, and right out of comparitive religions class at the community college. No, I haven't read any of the comments. I'm not a masochist, I've taken enough abuse from that crowd, go yourself. But don't tell them I sent you, or they'll be coming over here, again. I don't even throw the bum a link anymore, not that it did any good, or harm for that matter. I am unread in those environs and that's how everyone seems to like it.
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