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Throwing in the Towel
Under the circumstances, the “bitter enders” could very well carry the day in any internal political debate within the community. War, even a protracted struggle that leaves Iraq in ruins (that is, in even more ruins) could be seen as preferable to a compromise peace that ultimately leaves the Sunnis (from their point of view) at the mercy of their enemies. And this might be true not just of the jihadis and the hard-line neo-Baathists, but of many non-ideological fighters and their popular supporters — exactly the people that have to be peeled away if a political solution is to work.
Throwing in the Towel
The military draft was one factor that turned Americans against Vietnam. ‘Twas very bracing. A bucket of cold reality to wake you right up — “You want me to go WHERE!?!”
A second factor was the evening news — all those horrible pictures of wounded and dead people – until even Walter Cronkite gagged.
That’s why Bush and Friends are so fierce about avoiding a draft, and avoiding pictures.
There’s a third factor now at work in America, eating away at Dubya’s War support from within. Righteous War.
In Iraq, we are invaders and occupiers, pure and simple. No dark strategic purpose, no commies or Russian dupes. Just locals, who honestly don’t want us there.
Americans love war. It’s our modus operandi.
War is our solution for everything. War on drugs, war on poverty, war on cancer, war on illiteracy. War on gays and war on liberals. War on terrorism. Righteous War.
A Bible and a gun is our happy place, historically, and anyone, anywhere, making Righteous War is OK with Americans.
That’s why my method works like a charm. I make Popcorn Patriots.
Why, in my neighborhood, I convert war supporters into war resisters every Saturday night, with just a DVD and some popcorn. All in the comfort of my own living room!
You can do it, too!
Here’s the ingredients:
1. Some neighborhood Republicans.
2. Mel Gibson’s movie, “The Patriot.”
3. Big ol’ TV.
4. Some Orville Redenbacher, with butter amd salt to taste.
5. Appropriate beverages.
Yeah, yeah, it’s real drippy, and way overblown.
So is the movie, come to think of it.
But the lesson about Righteous War comes across completely. I rarely need to spell it out.
In Mel’s patriotic bloodfest, we have a guy whose country is invaded by some arrogant bastards from overseas, who believe it’s their God-given right to casually ruin his life, and take whatever they please.
They show up, kill his son, burn his home, ruin his livelihood, and drag him into an awful, bloody situation he never wanted to be a part of. He just wanted to live his life. A fella oughta be able to do that, right? But here they are, with their war. They bring it right to his front door, fer Chrissake.
What’s he do?
What he has to do.
He goes after them, no holds barred.
French-Indian style.
He doesn’t stand up in the open with a fife and a flag, marching at measured pace in their direction.
No, he assasinates them. Wholesale.
No quarter, no mercy, no rules.
He has the right — after what they’ve done.
He shoots them in the back, from behind trees and rocks, he leaps on them with knife and tomahawk, he blows them up, he ambushes them, he slices their throats and stabs them in the face, pausing briefly now and then to regret that he must needs do these things but, alas, he must.
He is joined in this carnage by his local pastor, by his neighbors, and by some of the most ruthless and ill-mannered ruffians and rascals from the deep woods you’d ever want to meet in broad daylight.
Over-the-Mountain men. Father-rapers. And worse.
There are dark hints of skinning their captives alive to get them to talk . . . but they’re fighting for what’s right, so everyone is okay with the slaughter. It’s practically holy work.
Together, these righteous murderers pop up everywhere, kill some of the invaders, and then melt away into the local farmhouses and villages, innocent and free. At their whim and pleasure, they do dirty deeds by night and by day, trying to convince the redcoats that they cannot stay.
These are the heroes of Mel’s epic American tale, and they run rings around the overbearing invaders because they have the willing support of the local populace and they know their home territory so well.
Then, at choice moments during the movie, during a sneaking ambush or a great hacking-to-death I murmur to my Republican guests, “Gosh, this is just like what the Iraqis do! Yay! Hit ’em again!! Uh, more popcorn, Fred? Mary?”
If the lesson needs any reinforcing (some people are thick, you know), I’ll point out afterwards that “if this sort of invasion happened to you and me, in our own neighborhood, we’d do the same thing. You, me, the local pastor and all our neighbors would grimly do whatever had to be done to get the invading bastards out of our country. Just like the Iraqis.”
Every red-blooded American has to agree with me. They admit freely that what the Iraqis are doing is exactly what we’d do. Righteous War. We can’t blame them one whit.
So, friends, get yourselves some Orville Redenbacher and try this method in your own home today, before Mel puts a disclaimer on his movie:
“Offer Not Valid In Middle Eastern Countries.”
Posted by: Antifa | Jun 14 2005 19:43 utc | 5
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