TO HELL WITH AFGHANISTAN
Kiss it good bye.
It’s time to pack the truck and leave these savages to themselves.
Adios Afghanistan. Screw you very much.
After a decade of our blood and treasure being poured into their hellhole, our allies are our enemies, Afghanistan is still a sewer, and there is no light at the end of the tunnel.
We won in Afghanistan years ago – we deposed the Taliban and chased out Al Qaida – and since then we’ve been spilling our blood for people who hate us, throwing our money at people who rob us, and destabilizing our future for a nation that isn’t a nation.
It’s time to case the colors and come home.
Afghanistan II is Obama’s Iraq and it didn’t work. We have learned yet again that nation building is a fool’s errand, that you can’t impose civilization on an uncivilized people, and that the only country we should be underwriting is the United States of America.
Over the weekend, in some crap hole of a government ministry building, completely paid for by the American taxpayer, one of our dear allies opened up on two of our officers. One more in an interminable line of good guys getting greased by our coalition partners.
We’ve been training them for a decade. We’ve been supplying them with bullets and beans, but we can’t buy them brains. And we can’t buy them consciences, and we can’t buy them out of the Dark Ages which engulf that whole region.
Our entire operating premise – to win hearts and minds – is failed. It is ill-conceived and doomed. From the jungles of Vietnam to the back alleys of Iraq and the mountains of Afghanistan, we can’t kiss enough arse, we can’t write enough checks, we can’t issue enough apologies. We will never win a war by groveling for peace.
Because, no matter what the generals say, it’s not about building schools and clinics. It’s not about putting in wells and wires, it’s about killing the other guy and breaking the will of his society.
It’s about blowing him to hell and leaving the next guy shaking in his boots so bad that he throws down his gun and runs. Peace is on the other side of victory, and victory comes from smashing the living snot out of any person, nation, culture, tribe, organization or religion that dares look at you cross-eyed.
The last general who understood that was a guy named Patton. The last president was his commander in chief, Franklin Roosevelt.
Since then, from Korea to Kandahar, we have fought in half measures, tethered by inanities called “rules of engagement,” lacking the national will to claim victory, much less do what is necessary to secure it. We have had the best warriors, and the worst leaders, from political generals to castrato presidents. We have won on the battlefield and lost in the conference room, and an unfolding era of technology and legality traps our warriors between enemies in the front and referees in the back. Our GIs can survive the battlefield, but not the courtroom, and the lessons of history lie ignored while we dissipate our national security in undeclared, unnecessary wars.
It’s time to come home.
Because if some accidentally burned books turns this entire society against us, if a decade’s investment has not bought us any good will or them any good sense, then it’s not worthwhile. It’s not working. Their military and police are fools in starched uniforms, lacking both discipline and basic intelligence. Afghanistan is today no more a stable, modern nation than it was before the first American arrived in late 2001.
We tried. It didn’t work. Screw ‘em. Let’s come home.
Or let’s be men and kick in the afterburners.
Either roll some thunder across this opium-growing cesspool and get these savages’ attention, or kiss the whole mess good bye. Simply put: Go big, or go home.
Be a superpower, or be a spectator, but don’t keep bleeding our military by dithering in the no-man’s-land in between. The question of life is “Is you is, or is you ain’t?” And, in Afghanistan, we ain’t.
And we shouldn’t be there.
The last week has shown us that.
We must robustly defend our nation and our national interests. We must have a strong defense and the grit to use it.
And we must stay out of the quicksand.
To hell with Afghanistan.
- by Bob Lonsberry © 2012