So Stan the Man's been given his marching orders. Well, I for one can't say I'm sorry.
We're all getting a little sick and tired of the crap hyped out by the media about "our boys in Afghanistan" and their "selfless devotion to duty". The duty that compelled most of them (at least, in Blighty) to join the Forces has always been the duty to feed their kids, a duty made even more onerous on us all by a government which was never interested in doing anything else. And we've all got to clap, cheer and sing the National Anthem every time a boy comes home to Wootton Bassett in a box.
It's absolutely pathetic.
Firstly, the organisers of this invasion of Afghanistan haven't read their history (and that applies as much to the brasshats as to anyone). If they had, they'd realise that you just can't win a war here. The terrain's a nightmare, and the Taliban know their own terain a damn sight better than we do (you won't hear THAT on BBC News 24). Then again, Karzai, like his fellow puppet Celebi in Iraq, is nothing but an American stooge. And last - but, assuredly, not least - what's this war about, anyway? OIL AND ISRAEL, WHICH WAS BROUGHT INTO EXISTENCE SOLELY TO PROTECT THE OIL FOR ITS CAPITALIST MASTERS!
Bye-bye, General McChrystal. We won't miss you.
Thursday, 24 June 2010
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