by anna missed (lifted from a comment)

This image keeps running through my head of all those generals lined up at the hearings spewing out these military-speak answers to bureaucratic double-talk questions, all skirting around why the worlds most sophisticated military/intelligence complex cannot, for all its worth, deal with a few thousand guys in tee-shirts with AK47s.

It seems they all are lost in an eddy of prima-facie question and answer dance with death played to an eternally skipping record — I cannot see why they bother — it’s s as if the wheels of government have concluded we be best hypnotized by mixing the look of creditability and credulity into a real life government sponsored remake of Last Year at Marienbad we are all then forced to watch and endlessly ponder, year after fucking year.

And its not as if this is some new and novel quandary, we have history here, 15 years of history in Vietnam, millions dead, and all justified by the same parade of gasbag clowns just as oblivious to the trail of death and destruction left behind like some back ally abortion left in a trash can.

I’m really sorry for those that have to endure this mind-bending pantomime, either in real fact or mental distress, enduring, until the trickle of awareness finally, and blindly filters down into the dark recesses of dolthood toddling atop a fat beer fart somewhere in some pickup truck somewhere, or as a reborn thunderstruck revelation stroke of brilliance moment by some geek as he helicopters into a very important meeting at some think-tank somewhere.

Man….Oh Man.