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Most touching moment for me was the guy wanting to build his internet cafe.
Because it was juxtaposed with just SO much stuff, so MUCH stuff that made it absolutely plain what anybody with any brains knew from the git go.
That this is a VASTLY complicated part of the world. That you DON'T just go waltzing in there and wave your wand and suddenly democracy blooms, Tom Friedman notwithstanding.
I saw the soldiers putting bags over the heads of Ba'athist insurgents, and I thought, my god, you poor dimwits, do you think anything you can do to these guys comes anywhere near even a remote approximation of the kinds of terror that were the norm under Saddam. I saw the buldozer shoving over the house of the parents of the guy they arrested, and I thought, Why is this OUR job? Why is it our job to be bulldozing peasant hovels in the Mesopotamian desert? What in the bloody FUCK makes it OUR job to be in someone else's country running a bulldozer through the house of a weeping elderly man who can't even stand up without crutches? Because his kid tried to blow up our guys? Okay, so what were our guys DOING THERE? WMD? Nope. 9/11? Nope, no connection. Al Qaeda? Ditto--none of them there before we came in. They want to kick us out, forcefully? I got news for ya: it's THEIR country, not ours. It's called NATIONALISM.
I kept seeing all these American commanders rationally explaining how, well, there's this faction and that faction and these clans and those clans and how difficult it is to untangle all this stuff.
Well, guess what, dudes. Same thing I and millions of others were saying before the war: You go in there, you make it YOUR problem. All these deep-seated hatreds and convoluted interwoven interest struggles and jealousies and vendettas. You go in there without sufficient reason, without adequate international backing and legitimacy, without a plan to back the US military out of there and let neutral civilian groups start arbitrating and setting things up so the Iraqis can figure all this shit out themselves--all you've done is make all that shit YOUR problem.
All those young hotheaded Shi'ites. Making it America's problem, blaming it on us. Anything that goes wrong: our fault. Why? Because we ASKED for it, that's why. We fucking BEGGED for it. We fucking blew up half their country to take it on, without having a CLUE what we were getting into.
The ONLY thing that can justify taking on such a massive clusterfuck of a situation is overwhelming national danger, or overwhelming international resolve to clean up a bad state for humanitarian reasons. Then you are in a position to say, well, it sucks but we had no choice, or you are in a position to say, well, it sucks but we're all taking it on together for the greater human good.
Neither of those, of course, obtains. All we've done is make it our problem--everything that goes wrong, from now on. And the insurgents can ensure, with very little effort, that shit goes wrong. And all those naive, fresh faced, highly disciplined, white-bread young American faces, filled with good will and pathetically naive "USA! USA!" rah rah ideals--soon to be rotated outta here--up against the massive wall of inconceivable suffering and history and tangled alliances and hatreds that are Mesopotamian civilization in the 21st century.
That poor guy with his internet cafe. I hope you get it someday, bub, I sincerely do.
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