Masopher's Mind

I often come back to this point.

Pashtuns are theorized to be descended from the lost tribes of israel, so it’s natural that they be persecuted persistent and full of petulance and pride. and maybe it’s natural that someone be considering giving them money and maybe it’s natural that some others consider implementing a more final solution.

1 nuke, maybe 2, move the troops out cordon off the checkpoints, anybody approach better be unarmed and POW. then a few hours later POW. maybe a POW POW and that’s it. War over, landscape changed and lives saved.

The world is full of pussies. Hard decisions aren’t made by real men with a goal in mind. Everything is a reaction and every reaction is second guessed pondered over and debated by the most wretched most petty of the race.

Truman is villified for saving the lives of half a million American soldiers after tens of thousands died in the pacific. churchills bombing of French towns wasn’t well considered even if hidden away in history, no one likes the man who makes the decision but every one will live content with the results of that decision.

The options are clear. Paying people not to kill you is one option. The so called president of the country has even set a timeline, 15 years. Brother can spare a dime? Gimmi money. Your money or your life.

The other option is to man up. Attack the enemy with the same dedication it attacks you. If he shoots at you from hidden placed do the same. If he bombs you with the deadliest thing he can find then you bomb him with the deadliest thing you can find. No half measures. Stop the a symmetry. Fight the enemy with the mindset to win.

Women are such intricate creatures. Their bodies are soft delicate. The most iconic of women seem designed only for sex servitude and bearing young. But at the same time thier minds are sharp and calculating, their ways are opaque and indecipherable.
Man is foolish, his nature is simple his motives plain. Sex and power; power and sex: all things can be reduced to these in the universe that man observes. Not so for woman. She sees more colours feels more feelings comes to more conclusions imagines more solutions. There is no question of superiority but alas man is too idiotic to formulate the query.

Southern Afghanistan is a harsh place. No I lie. Much of Pakistan, much of Afghanistan are harsh places, Southern Afghanistan is a desert that scarcely supports anything larger than insects. Except for one place. There is a sliver of land in Kandahar/Helmand which is a tight fan of green huddled around a river basin. This is where the sparse life manages to grow and this is where a lot of death exists. In this place, death and misery are grown on pretty poppy plants and shipped to Iran and through Turkey into the West. It also finds its way to Karachi and to the East or Dubai. In this place, young men from western nations die for a cause that they barely understand or in fact need to understand. Here young Afghans follow old Afghans and are joined by Pakistanis and Arabs to fight for honour and money. This is the green zone. It is the cradle of life and at the same time the shroud of death.

In this cradle, Brits fight for a young nation, one which will owe its gratitude and its existence to the NATO alliance that has shed so much red blood in the green fields and yellow dust.

I speak on Southern Afghanistan this week because of two significantly linked events:

Case 1: Helmand, Afghanistan 4th of November. A young man from a certain tribe feels bullied and ostrasized  fighting his countrymen for a cause that has yet to be satisfactorily conveyed. He begs to leave and is denied. Brain addled by opiates he picks up a belt fed squad assault AK-47 and opens fire firstly on his chief antagonist, his commander and then the philosophical reasons for his plight, the British troops present.

Case 2: less than a day later, Fort Hood,USA, the 5th of November. A slighly older man, a psychiatrist who happens to counsel the victims/perpetrators of the violence in the same region is feeling conflicted bullied and ostrecized. In a twist of fate the men he councils are at war with members of his religion and heritage. He has requested a transfer but cannot leave because beaurocracy and staff shortages continue to plague the military even in a recession. Brain addled by his opiates (religion, Americanism and sugary snacks) he picks up two field pistols and opens fire on soldiers about to be sent to Afghanistan and government officials.

The strain of the war that Americas troops and Afghans people must live in is great. In the atmosphere of ceaseless violence, radicalization becomes an option and death gives birth to even more killing, more insanity and more death.

Peace.