Brain freeze in MN

One of our loyal readers sent me a link to his local “progressive” rag from up in Minnesota called “mnpACT” See how it almost makes a word, but then it doesn’t…clever hippies. Anyway, the author Alan Anderson starts right off letting us know that he hasn’t got an original or clear thought in his adled skull;

Recent revelations about the killing and turmoil in Iraq and the corruption and dysfunction in Afghanistan should reinforce in the minds of most Americans that the wars in both countries have turned into some of the biggest disasters in the history of our nation. Yes, I remember that a group of Saudi radicals attacked the World Trade Center with airplanes. Of course that was a tragic day. No one disputes that.

That “tragic day” after thought really gets me – it’s the same thing the Left did after Clinton left office – “Oh, I hated him, too” they always said right before they’d tell us how he was a great president. It’s just something you say, ya know, to establish your creds in the discussion. of course he doesn’t think 9-11 was a tragic day…he thinks we deserved it. Besides what we did to Iraq and Afghanistan was much worse, right?

But, even more tragic is that we responded in dumb ways, declaring war on a country that had nothing to do with the 9/11 event (even President Bush acknowledged that), a country that didn’t have weapons of mass destruction (as we were told in order to sway public opinion to back the war), a country that has had to endure 7 years of war, the loss of hundreds of thousands of civilians, a country decimated by the exodus of more than half their doctors and other professionals, a country that has millions of children orphaned by death of parents, and a country in political disarray that can’t even select their own leaders and run their own government.

Oh, yeah, NONE of that shit happened before we arrived in March, 2003, right? Then why do I remember a few hundred Iraqis in front of the White House in 1999 protesting the US/UN sanctions against Iraq? All of them wearing the finery of this country and their ample stomachs hanging over their Italian made belts? Iraqis have been fleeing Iraq and made orphans for decades. Does that justify any of the unnecessary violence that might have perpetrated against some of them? Nope. But it would have been nice if they’d helped us drag their country into the 19th century.

It is time to stop this craziness and begin to realize that only through a removal of the war option will any healing be possible.

Yeah, tell that to those doctors who were murdered in Afghanistan this last summer. They didn’t even have guns…all they brought was help to the locals. And they paid for it with their lives. I’d like to see Alan pry his fat ass out of his La-Z-Boy and do something besides flap his gums (or bang his keys) to bring this war to an end. Nope he’d rather sit in the comfort of his trailer and fan the flames with his uneducated blather.

Make no mistake, if you are an American you have blood on your hands. It is time to begin to cleanse ourselves of the horrors we have perpetrated on the world and move to a place where we honor life….to become really pro-life, and not just worry about whether fetuses survive, but whether children in Iraq and Afghanistan and Pakistan will ever have a chance at a normal life.

Feel guilty about “the blood on your hands”? Me neither. That line about children over there having a “normal life” is real killer. Girls are afraid to go to school lest someone throw acid on their faces for the crime of learning.

After Desert Storm, my unit went back to Iraq to man a screen to protect the Shi’ites who were fleeing from Saddam’s armies in their own country. If that wasn’t horrible enough, a busload of Shi’ites would pull up to our checkpoint loaded with fleeing women children and men. Some were wounded, others were not.

One of my men threw a box of oranges we had left over from breakfast down on the ground, because even though we weren’t supposed to, it was part of the American soldiers’ nature to be kind to other people who aren’t shooting at us. Of course, the nimble kids made it to the box first and wolfed down the juicy fruit. As the men caught up, they tossed the kids aside like rag dolls. They tore the fruit from the hungry tiny mouths and smacked the kids brutally.

Of course, my guys wanted to interfere, but I wouldn’t let them. Our yelling and gesturing brought a bit of calm to the moment. We took the oranges from the men forced them back on the bus and we never handed out any of our food to any more refugees to prevent the abuse we’d just witnessed.

I think there’s a moral to that story somewhere, but since I’m unable to articulate it…GFY, Alan. When you drag your fat ass out of Minnesota and look at that shit yourself, you might have earned a right to preach to us. Until such time, STFU.

Category: Antiwar crowd, I hate hippies, Terror War