by David Lindorff:
UK Inquiry: Blair Conspired with Bush as Early as February 2002
to Plot IraqInvasion
Merry Xmas Jarheads!! The Man of Peace, Nobel Laureate-to-be President
Barack Obama, your latest commander-in-chief, is going to be shipping
you out as a holiday gift to the people of Afghanistan.
You will be delivering bullets and bombs, with my name and the
name of other American taxpayers on them, to the long-suffering
people of Afghanistan by December 25, according to press reports
ahead of the Mr. Hope and Change’s planned nationwide speech
Back here in America, the land of the free and brave, come the
holidays, we will be scraping together the cash to buy small gifts
for our kids, hopefully without having to miss a rent payment or
a mortgage payment. Fortunately, we’ve got Food Stamps, which
are now, we are told, flooding the suburbs, and are “no longer
a stigma,” so we won’t be hurting too much for Christmas
dinner – though you still can’t use the stamps to buy eggnog.
It will be interesting to hear what your commanders tell you your
mission is. The president is saying we need to keep Al Qaeda out
of Afghanistan, but from what I hear, there are no Al Qaeda operatives
in the country. They all upped and left for greener pastures a long
time ago – to places like Pakistan, Somalia, and maybe Europe
and the USA. Hell, they can go anywhere. How do you spot an Al Qaeda
guy anyhow? The fellows getting on the plane in Boston on 9-11 were
clean-shaven and wore Brooks Brothers shirts, looking more like
bond traders than bombers.
No, you will be targeting the Taliban. But the Taliban are Afghans,
and look just like the people who are not Taliban, so what you’ll
most likely be doing half the time or more is shooting up ordinary
struggling Afghani peasants and shopkeepers, or members of weddings
or funerals, whose angry relatives will then seek revenge by setting
traps or ambushes for you.
From what I hear, we taxpayers will be forking over about $1 million
for each of you for each year you are rotated into Afghanistan.
You won’t see much of that money yourself of course, (most
of the dough will flow to the war-profiteers who make your uniform,
your gun, your ammo, your truck, etc.), but maybe it will feel good
knowing that there’s that big an investment being made in you.
You’ll be called “our heroes,” too. I’m not
sure why. I mean, it takes a certain amount of guts just to sign
up for an outfit like the Marines, I know (my dad volunteered to
be a Marine in WWII). But I just find it hard to see what’s
so heroic about being part of the best-armed, best-trained fighting
force in the history of mankind and fighting a group of poor, uneducated
peasants armed at best with AK rifles and home-made bombs – especially
when you guys reportedly outnumber your enemy by better that 10:1,
and have the backing of completely unchallenged air support – F-16s,
helicopter gunships, fixed-wing gunships and B-1 bombers.
That’s not a fight. It’s a slaughter.
I had a taste of this when I brought my son and a friend of his
to the Army Experience Center, an recruiting experiment in Northeast
Philadelphia where we were able to man a mock-up Humvee and race
through a simulated village, firing our mounted machine guns at
supposed Taliban fighters who would jump out at us, or plant IEDs
in our path. At the end of the run, we were congratulated by the
attending Iraq War vet/recruiter, for our number of kills and our
low (25%) “error” rate – that was the number of civilians,
usually women or kids, that we shot up in our haste to shoot first.
We were told that such “collateral damage” was to be expected