So I’ve been thinking about the situation in Syria and Iraq. I know that ISIS is considered to be a threat to the US, and to the Kurds in the Middle East. I also know that we have very little credibility in the Middle East due to our role in Iraq and Afghanistan for the better part of fifteen years. A curious thing happened a week ago that made me think about that situation.
I received a friend request from Punjab, Pakistan. I have never been to Pakistan, nor do I have any friends there. The closest person to that area is an Afghan, and he came to the US to attend college. Now, keep in mind that my school briefed us on terrorist threats and how ISIS has been encouraging lone wolf attacks against military personnel, including cadets and recruiting stations. This made me twig the fuck out. I don’t know for sure if that was a spam account, or a real attempt to figure out how many cadets went to my school. It brought the issue in stark relief to me.
The US can’ change the Middle East. No matter what solution, Palestinians will be killing Israelis and each other till kingdom come. Why? Because terrorists don’t know when to quit. Wahabbi extremists will operate in the Kingdom regardless of government. Why? Because there are always the ‘true believers’. Shia and Sunni Muslims will still launch suicide attacks and IED offensives against each other. Why? Because the other side is composed of ‘unbelievers’. The entire region is a cauldron of war and religious/power-motivated violence.
I say it’s time the US backs the Kurds and lets national governments have free reign in fighting terrorism—no holds barred, all weapons allowed. If the so-called ‘moderate majority’ decides to summon a backbone and smash the extremists, then we’ll see change.
White House, Oct. 20, 1902
"At this moment, my small daughter being out, I am acting as nurse to two wee guinea pigs, which she feels would not be safe save in the room with me…"
White House, Oct. 19, 1903
"When we got home Mother went up-stairs first and was met by…
Being X.O. put Winters into daily contact with Nixon, by now battalion S-3. They hardly could have been more different. Winters grew up in a middle-class home; Nixon’s father was fabulously wealthy. Winters had not gotten out of Pennsylvania in his teenage years; Nixon had lived in various parts of Europe. Winters was a graduate of a small college; Nixon came from Yale. Winters never drank; Nixon was an alcoholic. But they were the closest of friends, because what they had in common was a dedication to the job at hand, and a remarkable ability to do that job
SEE THAT MAN IN THE TAN BERET
KILLIN’S HOW HE EARNS HIS PAY
SEE THAT MAN IN THE RED BERET
JUMPING’S HOW HE EARNS HIS PAY
OH HO THAT’S THE LIFE FOR ME
A picture that is both hilarious and horrifying.
Witches and then “sexy witches”…
As we said the other day, Joss missed out on a great chance to put these two in at the end.