Holiday Greetings: President and Man-of-Peace Obama has a
Xmas Present for Afghanistan
4 December 2009By Dave Lindorff
Merry Xmas Jarheads!! The Man of Peace, Nobel
Laureate-to-be , President Barack Obama, your
chickenhawk commander-in-chief, is 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 what Mr. Hope and Change’s told the
nation in a speech delivered at West Point last night.
US bombing victims in Afghanistan
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, which he
dishonestly called the "epicenter" of global
terrorism, 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 in war.
Merry Christmas Afghanistan!
Barack Obama says you’re just going there to stabilize
Afghanistan and keep the Taliban at bay long enough
for the people of Afghanistan to come up with a real
government and for an army to be trained to take over
from you.
We heard a faery-tale like that from another “peace”
president, Lyndon Johnson. He gave his speech
announcing plans to send two Marine and seven Army
divisions to Vietnam at Easter, saying they were just
going to be protecting the people and allowing the
South Vietnamese government to upgrade its military so
it could take over the fight against the other
Vietnamese who were trying to overthrow it. A decade
later some 2 million of those Vietnamese people were
dead, mostly at the hands of our “heroes.”
Happy Easter, Vietnam.
So when you’re over there, try to kill as few of the
poor Afghanis as you can. That would be a genuine act
of heroism. Or just refuse to go. That would even be
more heroic still.
Don’t believe your commander-in-chief when he says you
are defending America over there. I’m confident that
you’ll see pretty quickly once you get there that the
notion that those poor people could be in any way a
threat to this nation is beyond ludicrous.
No, what you’ll be defending is Nobel Peace Prize
winner Barack Obama’s scheme to look tough on defense,
and to be able to kick the can of this ugly, pointless
war down the road past the 2012 election without
having to run as the “president who lost Afghanistan.”
You’ll be defending his goal of winning campaign
contributions from the big military contractors like
Boeing and Northrup Grumman. You’ll be defending the
myriad members of Congress who cast gutless and
foolish votes back in 2001 to endorse President George
Bush’s and Vice President Dick Cheney’s declaration of
a Global War on Terror—a fake “war” that has now been
adopted by President Obama.
Good luck over there in the Hindu Kush. I hope you
don’t get killed or hurt, but at the same time, I
cannot say I wish you success, because success, as
defined by your commander-in-chief, appears to mean
the slaughter of many innocent Afghanis, and the
further entrenchment of a brutal narco-state
government in one of the poorest nations in the world.
No, my wish for you is that you and your buddies come
home soon, and do as little killing as possible before
you do.
Merry Christmas.
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