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So, I thought this war was damn stupid from the beginning. I SAID that there was a difference between toppling a tyrant and occupying a country. And why exactly did they think we were going to be "greeted as liberators?"
I still haven't figured that one out.
I may have gotten a little shrill when I predicted a fucking nightmare in Iraq. A quagmire of truly epic proportions.
Funny thing, that.
I, and those who also projected these results, were called "cowards" and "traitors" and a whole host of other not-so-nice names.
We were right. From the beginning.
We didn't want to be. Or, at least, I would have preferred to have been wrong.
I'm just an author. I have no military experience, or first-hand knowledge of the interaction between politics and diplomacy, and warfare. But I knew. Of course, I wasn't caught up in an ideology that refuses to be wrong, even when the evidence is staring it in the face.
Some people live their whole lives in a fun house (or is that a house of horrors?) where the face they see in the mirror, the reality of their existence, is twisted, stretched, and spun into new and interesting shapes that prevent them from seeing themselves as they really are.
Somehow, some way, some day, we're going to have to come to terms with those who now have more reason than ever to hate us. If, as current estimates suggest, this war and its aftermath has killed over half a million Iraqis, there are going to be a LOT of pissed off survivors out there. And who are they going to blame?
Not Saddam. Nope. They're going to blame US.
So, no, I'm not going to apologize for being correct in my assessment of the situation.
I'm still waiting for an apology from those who were wrong.
The clock is ticking.
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