As American troops die in greater numbers in Afghanistan last month than in Iraq, it is good to hear some words of appreciation from our man in Kabul, on whose behalf our boys are shedding their young blood.
If you are in the mood for some black humour, read and weep as Karzei spills the beans as to who are the really corrupt ones in Afghanistan: us.
http://www.spiegel.de/...
In the context of at least the 4000 "liberated" Afghanis who died last year, 1000 being children, and massive NATO "surgical" airstrikes, it is time for the United States to demand, and indeed, it would be in far better keeping with our traditions, that Peace Talks for the establishment of a coalition government begin now. It would put us ahead of the curve, for once, requiring political bravery, and allow us to contribute what we have always been historically recognized for being best at worldwide.
So let us leave off our silly preoccupation with our pathetic little puffs of gunpowder in Afghanistan. Our strengths lie not with our military, but our diplomatic skills. This will require intellectual honesty, subtlety, and deft management, things sorely missed in our foreign policy to date.
With the sounds of Kabul residents being blown to bloody pieces now echoing in Karzei's ears, he will be forced to join with the Taliban in a coalition government. Victory will have been declared, freshly liberated school children and women will be paraded about, peace shall reign! Both "equal partners", that is until the cameras are switched off. Then, surely as night follows day, Karzei will be dumped overboard, along with his "liberated" citizens. And thus, our "mission in Afghanistan" will sink with nary a murmur, a footnote for a gravestone. Amnesia will block our ears and blind our eyes, -a mere channel flick away. Afghanistan will fall to the floor, the discarded toy of a malevolent child.
Worry not, nor envy the psychopath's sleep, for the horror we have wrought. All corpses rot to dust, and true human remains are found only in the minds of orphans and hearts of widows. And they too do soon turn to dust. And for all here who "loved" our troops, who brayed for the bombs, the air strikes, the torture and the murder, who cheered the bravery of our soldiers, will dare not brave the stares of our victims: here come the bereaved, zombied by misery, their eyes painted in pictures of their dead. They trail galleries of the thousands, hundreds of thousands killed for nothing but our policy failures. What one thousandth child would not break your faith, what one thousandth child would not now, in the candle light of your private thought, make every cheek blush?
Take heart, it is almost over. We still yet have a few more of our young men to sacrifice. As life's last light leaves the eyes of another dead soldier, who in the acute brilliance of their youth and innocence, set down childish things to take up our banners, and die in this wasteland, please whisper a reason. Say anything, pretend anything, give them something to hold on to.
Only you who support this war will be left alone to live with your reasons.