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All this will go unmentioned until much later when it will show up in occasional novels and fictionalized histories of the conflict. And those will be buried beneath the latest bit of ethnic literature from the Muslim world consumed by Oprah book club members and New York Times reviewers alike that teaches what a deep reserve of spirituality can be found in lovely places like Kandahar.
For now the outrage machine grinds on. The Taliban have sworn to take revenge, as if they weren’t already launching attacks as often as possible. As if there is any outrage at all involved in a region where it is a worse thing to burn a book than murder a little girl. For the faithful students of Allah, shooting a bunch of people is hardly worth a yawn. It shows a lack of imagination.
Bullets aren’t enough to satisfy the cruelty and sadism of a Taliban fighter for the Islamic Emirate which gloried in scenes such as these. “We would beat them with staves soaked in water – like a knife cutting through meat – until the room ran with their blood or their spines snapped. Then we would leave them with no food or water in rooms filled with insects until they died.”
That probably won’t make it into the next Oprah book club bestseller, but we can rest easy knowing that even when all the troops are back home, some of the perpetrators of these acts, will be here in America as we bring a sizable bit of Afghanistan home with us, just as we brought a sizable bit of Iraq with us. And all those little Kandahars and little Mogadishus and little Gazas will insure that the next time we need to fight the Taliban, we will only have to go as far as Minneapolis or Paterson.
On the way out, Obama will show up quickly, shake a few hands, sign some autographs and tell the troops they did good. No one will be allowed to ask him what they did, besides bleed and patrol a barren murderous land for a decade, just long enough to give a few girls in Kabul some hope, and then hand the country back over to the Taliban and return home with our dead.
What did we really do in Afghanistan? We killed some tribesmen, dug some wells and handed out a lot of money to other tribesmen in the hopes that they wouldn’t kill us. We learned some new languages, took a lot of dramatic photos and buried some loved ones. For a brief period of time we put the fear of God into the Taliban and Al-Qaeda when we roared like lions, before we learned to drink cups of tea, to dig wells and play hide and seek with unarmed civilians slash Taliban fighters.
We didn’t leave behind so many bodies because the Taliban are excellent fighters or because our soldiers aren’t good at what they do. The numbers alone tell the tale, the bloody Afghan surge where our men and women were sent out with their hands tied behind their backs, in a final sacrifice, to win hearts and minds with their lives, is one long body count whose responsibility lies with Obama and his advisers. The more he cut them off from air support and choked with inflexible rules of engagement, the more they died.
They didn’t die this way to protect America– they died to protect Muslim feelings, Muslim honor and tamp that ever flowing red spring of Muslim outrage.
Saudi Arabia, which runs our foreign policy, places a blood price value of approximately 80,000 dollars on a Muslim man, 40,000 for a Muslim woman or Christian man, which goes to show how much contempt Muslim men have for Muslim women by equating them in value to a Dhimmi man. If you’re in the mood to kill a non-Muslim woman, that will run you less than 900 dollars which helps explain the high fatality rate among maids in Saudi Arabia.
But the question is what value do we place on our lives? We have paid the blood price of Afghanistan a thousand times over and gotten nothing but blood in return. It is time that we consider striking a better bargain with our wars so that those who come to kill us pay the blood price.
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