We may not dog in this fight. Lots dogs on the loose in Syria, and they all bite. Let them bite each other, but leave the civilians out of it. Say no to dog fighting and send in peacekeepers.
I don't want to drop bombs. I want to send in the boys. Not for regime change but simply to defend civilians.
This is not about whether we have the resources or capacity. We do. This is not about whether it is in our strategic interest.
This is about the basics of being a nation of compassionate people. I think we are, if we take the time to think.
Think about your mom. How much do you love her? Think about your child. Imagine his or her face. Picture it. Take a moment.
Got it? Now imagine not being able to touch her body because it is contaminated by poison. Imagine your tears. Feel them on your face? You would fairly ask why none of the big, strong, brave countries came to your defense.
This is not another bad day in the third world. This is a test of our fitness to call ourselves decent people. Remember that when you put your head down on your pillow, safe in your warm home, food in your belly, knowing where your kids are.
What makes you deserve all that and not the mothers who are at this moment inconsolably mourning their children? What the fuck is wrong with us?
We want so much from the world. 3,000 died on 9/11. I was there, only a half dozen blocks away. I watched my moral nation sputter corn chips, demanding vengeance, their asses never leaving their sofa, watching the action on the big screen.
We demanded the world come to our aid, and they did. When we went into Afghanistan, Iran offered to help. Now a greater tragedy strikes the world and all you cowards can think is whether we will have to go into Africa next time a walking display cabinet of medals decides to lay waste to ethnic group X?
Never mind that a few dozen marines could have taken out the machete wielding Rwandan genocidaires.
Someone's mom is weeping. Right fucking now. I want someone to give a fuck.