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So
now Afghanistan has reverted back to the stone
age, Kabul is lost, and the nation again becomes
a
backwater of venomous internecine killing
fields. The trillion dollar trained national army
turned and ran for the
hills, leaving behind priceless military
equipment, the moment the ragged savages
appeared. At which point the highly trained and equipped
national armed forces seemingly pissed in their pants and
ran screaming in terror. According to an
Afghan General, the problem was due to
government corruption, a failure to deliver
food, ammunition, pay, air cover and
coordination. The troops lost faith in
their leadership, felt abandoned, and abandoned
their posts. Bloody Fucking
Hell! And unbelievably we sent in the
helicopters, again, to evacuate the Embassy
while terrified personnel frantically shredded
piles and piles of paper and wacked hard drives
with hammers. Primitive, very sadly
primitive! I can just hear Betty Davis
cynically saying, "WHAT a fuckup!"
OH the finger pointing is in
high gear with shrill Republicans screeching
their heads off trying to blame Democrats for
pissing in their morning coffee. (Now
there's an idea). But seriously, if your
country was about to be taken over by the
boogeymen, wouldn't you stand and fight fiercely
like an Israeli? Or would you abandon your
brand new Humvee, rip off your uniform, and run
half naked to the Iranian border? WHAT
kind of pusillanimous poltroons were our
hero warriors risking their lives training?
And the historically repetitive
scene unfolded yet again, just as it had in
Shanghai in December of 1941, as millions ran
through the streets in terror, flooding the port
desperately looking for a way out. And
Saigon in 75, and Rwanda, and Phnom Penh,
Warsaw, an endless list. And now Kabul
airport where hordes of totally crazed people
clung to the outside of an Air Force cargo plane
as it took off, falling to their deaths from the
sky, or getting crushed in the wheel wells.
And rushing a commercial jet, ticketless,
climbing over each other until it was so
overloaded it couldn't take off and they refused
to debark. Seriously! What the Hell?
The insurgent forces were so freaked out by the panic
that they actually tried to be nice!
Of course, this does not happen
everywhere. I saw the Philippine
Revolution that ousted Marcos on TV. There
was no panic, no guns, no thunder of helicopters
and no explosive thuds of mortars.
Instead, a million peaceful people surrounded a
huge military base, set up a gigantic sound
system and blasted Neal Sedaca songs into the
base. Entire brigades of sentimental
soldiers burst into tears, threw down their
weapons and emerged from the base to embrace and
hug the protestors. Seeing that, the
Marcos family fled to the airport with suitcases
stuffed with money; and that was that.
Sure, it was nuts and made no sense; but it was
a helova lot better that a highly trained army
tearing off their uniforms and running half
naked in terror to the Iranian border.
The new petit Philippine President,
Corazon Aquino, spent her first night on the
balcony of the Presidential Palace throwing
thousands of elegant shoes into the darkness,
shouting in disgust, "size 9, size 9, size
9...."
Meanwhile, the treasonous
Republicans, foaming at the mouth with glee,
could not have celebrated the Afghan debacle with
greater joy than if they had planned the whole
thing in cahoots with the enemy. Moscow
Mitch nearly broke his fat neck rushing in front
of the TV cameras to harrumph in apoplectic
ecstasy.
And of course, their Messiah is
to blame. He was the one who signed an
idiotic peace treaty with the terrorists because
he loves to let his ego imagine that he has made
every madman dictator love him. In fact it
is he who loves them; they just think he's a
fucking imbecile.
It all began with W -George
Bush- on September 11th, 2001 realizing he'd
just been betrayed by his Saudi friends.
Some time later there was a newspaper headline
reading something like, "Bush's celebrate first
wartime Christmas in Crawford." What
shithead little public relations jerk in the
White House wrote that fake fluff story?
Imagine Bush pretending to be Franklyn Delano
Roosevelt fighting the second world war!
Talk about an inflated ego! Twenty years
and two trillion dollars later we arrived at
today's debacle. There was plenty more
fake news after that to justify billions in
bombings, death, and destruction; followed by
lucrative 'nation building business deals' for
corporate war profiteers.
A tragic side story is the
horrific abandonment of translators and other
legions of those who helped our warriors,
journalists, and aid agencies over twenty years
of lost salvation. The blame for this lies
squarely on the soulless bureaucratic martinets
who live their lives on the alter of pointless
process. They cannot wash the blood off
their hands. Sure, everyone wants to blame
the President, it happened on his watch, he's in
charge, etc. etc. NO. This was
thought of some time ago, a bureaucracy was set
up, and tin pot functionaries put their butts in
comfy office chairs and set to work delaying
paperwork as much as possible, counting dotted
Ts and crossed Is. The timing was way off,
but the bureaucrats didn't care, process had to
be followed slavishly. And so our friends
are screwed, trapped, and awaiting bullets in
their heads. Simple as that. Same
damn thing happened to the Vietnamese.
Phucked by the bureaucrats.
OK one can argue all of the
above till we are all blue in the face, still
disagreeing until we drop dead of old age.
But, none of it matters to the 250,000 or more
Afghan loyal heroes who served alongside our
warriors risking their lives, who are now
refugees in their own country, with their
families, wives and children and relatives in
mortal danger of vengeful genocide. Its
easy enough to sit safe and sound at home in
America and say, "oh well, sorry we ran out of
time, no worries, you'll manage somehow...."
NO, these folks are on the run, desperate to
save their children's lives. It hits home
for me. I was born and raised as a
refugee. I know what it feels like to be
hunted, to never feel safe. I was very
lucky; my family made it out after desperate
life and death journeys. I was born here,
safe in America, afterwards. But, I grew
up in refugee community where every adult
was traumatized by the brutal death of everyone
they loved in their families, and by heart
thumping escapes from genocide. English
was not my first language. My toddler
years featured real horror stories of what had
happened before I was born. We children
weren't supposed to know, but we did. Our
homes were shared with Concentration Camp
survivors who lived in the rooms next to mine;
gaunt bent over men with sunken eyes who never
spoke, never laughed and could no longer cry,
whose own children's ashes were buried in the
mass graves beneath the barbed wire and snow far
away in the killing fields of Eastern Europe.
As a toddler, I could see the gas chamber
cremation fires burning
behind their eyes. I had refugee
nightmares of people screaming in agony,
starving, and beyond hope. I was born a
stranger in my own country. I had to
assimilate along with my parents. Anyway,
I was a refugee child, I know what it feels
like. And so when I hear that we are going
to leave all those families behind, I want to
scream, "WHAT, WHAT! What the hell do you
mean!!! All those children left in hell?
Its all I can say.