September 16, 2014 3 Comments
September 9, 2014 19 Comments
I don’t think there is any doubt at all that America is very tired indeed of watching as Washington sends our matchless military into conflicts with one hand tied behind their backs and dragging a weight around behind them. That’s some idea of what the rules of engagement (ROE) that we have forced them to operate under have done to them. Not to mention the number of our guys killed and wounded (often catastrophically) to assuage the conscience of some twit in DC who couldn’t figure out (with the manual) which end the bullet comes out of.
If you say we are tired of fighting wars by rules that politicians designed without reference to the real world. We’d plead guilty, or I would anyway.
I think America is plenty tired of watching our military to which we have given our best young men and women and a large amount of our treasure, be wasted on doing silly crap like trying to build Iraq and Afghanistan into little United States, I’d say Yep, I’m weary of that as well.
You see in this Colin Powell was wrong (he was wrong about a lot of things actually), we’re America, if you anger us enough to get us to come over and blow your little sandbox to smithereens, it’s your problem, we have no obligation to rebuild it. You angered us deeply, we broke it, you fix it if you can, if not, well, too bad. Let that be a lesson to you, Don’t make us come back. Mostly we figure if all you idiots would settle down, get jobs, or do something productive, pretty soon you’d have enough money to not want to break the china, but maybe that’s just a rule for the civilized world.
I don’t think America is really war-weary, we still love watching our guys do their thing, and making the world safe for Americans. We’re tired of the nonsense we talked about above, but I’ll bet we’d almost all enjoy sitting mesmerized again, as we were watching our guys and girls parade across the Iraqi desert a few years ago, and I doubt many of us will really forget the looks on the crowd’s faces as old Saddam’s statue came tumbling down. I liked that feeling, it had something of Berlin, 1945 about it.
Now they are trying to tell us that the war against ISIS will take at least three years. Three years–why? We gonna build new factories in Kurdistan first, and then recruit Koreans to fight and wait for them to walk over. Or maybe we are going to keep calling one bomb an air raid.
By the way, why are we using smart bombs or Hellfire missiles on a pickup truck with a machine gun and a short squad of idiots, in the middle of the desert? Yeah it makes neat videos, but 50 or so rounds of cal 50 would be at least as effective, and a hell of a lot cheaper
Here’s an even better idea, turn loose the Air Force, and the Navy, for say a week, every sortie they can manage, every target we can find. After that week, we ask anybody who’s still around if they want some more. If they do, how about a Marine Division through Iraq, another one through Syria, and say an armored corp through Kurdistan, should have it done in a couple of weeks. A month at the outside.
Three years, my foot!!
Let’s see, on 7 December 1944 (that’s three years after Pearl Harbor for you kids) Germany was just getting ready for its last gasp in the Battle of the Bulge, on the frontier of Germany itself, the Russians were rolling through East Prussia with most of their troops in GMC deuce and a half’s, and the officers in jeeps. Germany was a smoking ruin, the air forces were running out of targets, and mostly shooting up trains and making the rubble bounce.
On the other side of the world, The Imperial Japanese Navy, the remnants that hadn’t been sunk, was rusting away at its piers, out of fuel. The liberation of the Philippines was well in hand, next month North field on Tinian will welcome the 6th Bomb Group, which will commence to start burning down Japan which is already starving because of the American submarine campaign.
All of that was accomplished in three years, seventy years ago. They must have been supermen compared to us, huh? Since it will apparently take us that long to conquer a piece of the middle east the size of the United Kingdom and held by irregulars with ragtag equipment captured from here and there, instead of two of the foremost militaries in the world in 1941.
And I’ll bet that’s a lot of it as well. Americans are an impatient bunch, we got places to go, people to see, tyrants to topple, and all the rest. We don’t have three years to play around in some damned sandbox.
And if anybody is stupid enough to use the phrase ‘Boots on the ground’ in my presence-he won’t do it twice.
Let’s try something completely novel here. How about this: Decide what we need to do, and then decide what we need to do it. You know, instead of deciding we’ll put in ‘A’ so maybe we can do ‘B’, but what happens when ‘C’ unexpectedly does ‘D’. Now what are you going to do, Genius?
Or maybe we are just tired of leadership that can’t tie its own damned shoes, and is more worried about its cronies getting rich(er) than about the guys carrying the rifles. Maybe war really is too important to leave to the politicians (or the political generals).
“George Patton pick up the red courtesy phone, please.”
September 1, 2014 8 Comments
In North America today is Labor Day. If you’re a Canuck you can put the ‘u’ back in there for yourself. Theodore Roosevelt was a practical sort of man. Nobody ever accused him of being lazy but he also didn’t believe in doing useless work either. So he took a bunch of useless vowels out. Now you know why Jess and I trip each others spell checks a lot.
Here’s why Time thinks we celebrate Labor Day.
The first Monday of September means that white clothes are out, sales are in, summer holidays are over and classes begin. For many of us (but far from all of us), it’s a welcome day off of work or school, ahead of what is likely to be a busier month than the last.
Well, OK, I suspect they are sort of correct although I fail to see why we need a holiday that celebrates organization that protect the lazy and incompetent, you know like unions do. Mostly, I think we just needed a holiday to mark the end of summer. And to finish up the back-to-school shopping.
Of course, the schools have been known to jump the gun and thereby make this simply a long weekend, snow days have to come from somewhere after all.
In other news, Glenn Reynolds over at Instapundit thinks the cure over at Rotherham could well consist of rope, lamp posts, and officials, with some assembly required. I have trouble disagreeing.
Perhaps we should expect no more when community preservation is outsourced to bureaucracies, but the unavoidable reality is that on many occasions, Rotherham police came upon children being sexually exploited—in some cases, in the very instance of being raped—and arrested no one. The perpetrators are Pakistani; they might call us racists. The children seemed to consent. These gangs are violent.
All of which amount to an admission by those police officers that they are cowards, and something less than men. I’m reminded of the janitors who discovered Penn State coach Jerry Sandusky’s rape of children, and who said nothing, for fear of losing their jobs. They were cowards too, and deserve to be remembered as such.
August 31, 2014 23 Comments
You know, this is pretty interesting, and in truth, more and more it applies to the US as well. It’s not a pretty picture, and it’s not new either. Everytime I read this type of thing I’m reminded of senior British Labor politicians, as well as American ones like Teddy Kennedy visiting Moscow and advising the Soviets on how to work against the interests of the free world, and especially Reagan and Thatcher.
It’s often been observed that a certain type of British Lefty hates Britain – and that they reserve particularly hatred for Englishness. Back in 1941 George Orwell made this acute remark:
England is perhaps the only great country whose intellectuals are ashamed of their own nationality. In left-wing circles it is always felt that there is something slightly disgraceful in being an Englishman and that it is a duty to snigger at every English institution.
So what’s new? The difference today is that this shame and self-hatred now dominates Left-wing thought, whereas it was once balanced by the decent Left: who were proud to inherit the noble traditions of radical English patriotism.
Evidence for this disease is all around us, but shows up particularly in two red-button issues-of-the-day: the independence referendum, and the appalling revelations from Rotherham.
First, Scotland. The latest polls show that the United Kingdom is close to breaking up. This is a remarkable state of affairs when you consider that, a year ago, polls were two to one against partition. How has this occurred? Because we have allowed the British Labour party to lead the No debate.
This was a disastrous decision, given that, as Orwell noted, Labourites and Lefties revile and deride so many of the things perceived as quintessentially British. Take your pick from the monarchy, the flag, the Army, the history of rampant conquest, the biggest empire in the world, the supremacy of the English language, anyone who lives in the countryside, the national anthem, the City of London, the Royal Navy, a nuclear deterrent, the lion and the unicorn, duffing up the French, eating loads of beef – all this, for Lefties, is a source of shame. …
Must really suck to be them, I think.
August 26, 2014 10 Comments
There’s no doubt, my friends, that we live in unsettling times. The ending of the Cold War was hailed by some as the ‘end of history'; we wish! We can wish we did not live in such times as we now see, but as Gandalf says in ‘Lord of the Rings’, so do all who live in them; but it is not given to us to order the days of our lives. An historical perspective soon makes us grateful: that we are not in Rome when Alaric’s armies sacked it; or in Roman Britain facing the Angles and the Saxons as they marauded; neither are we in Constantinople in 1453 when it fell to the Ottomans. But we might understand more, now, how people felt as the world with they were familiar began to seem under threat.
It isn’t simply the, as yet for us, distant threat of ISIS (though we should not think it that far when we have in our midst those who might seek to harm us), it is the dislocation of the times. It is, in some ways, more comforting to think of President Obama as some kind of Manchurian Candidate than as what he is – a well-meaning man up against the hard fact that what he believes in and the real world don’t mix. Our sense that it is a ‘plague on all their houses’ when it comes to politics, derives from a feeling that none of them have answers to the problems which face us. There is, Adam Smith once wrote, ‘a lot of ruin in a nation’ – perhaps we shall see just how much it takes?
But the eternal verities stand where they always did. If you have too much regulation and too many taxes, things don’t work – and soon people don’t either. Welfare is a Christian duty, but when there are more taking out than putting in, it won’t work. When people depend on people, it generates good morale; when they depend on Government, it generates dependency. Power still tends to corrupt, and absolute power to do so absolutely. If something seems too good to be true, it isn’t. Power without responsibility is the prerogative of the harlot down the ages, and Government is best when it sticks to doing as little as possible. JFK was right – ask not what your country can do for you, but what you can do for it.
When politics becomes a ‘profession’ it attracts too many of the wrong sort; term limits should be there for all elected office. Ten years is enough, not least in the pressure of modern politics. All leaders go sort of mad after too long; it’s a service to them to save them from themselves. We need to be more involved too. In the end, if we care about freedom, it will thrive; if not we can have bread and circuses, till the wheat runs out and we find ourselves in the Coliseum. Naught for our comfort then? Aye, naught but this – that we are the children of the Living God and through Jesus, we are saved. If that is so, what have we to fear save fear itself?