I really enjoyed reading this article in the Washington Post on the frustrations that American soldiers are experiencing trying to fight Afghan guerrillas. These well-fed, kevlar-wearing American soldiers sound like a bunch of spoiled crybabies. It really tickled the funny bone to hear them cuss and complain about ‘adversaries’ who don’t wear uniforms and pesky ‘rules of engagement’ that prevent them from shooting whoever they like.
Sitting under a tree a little later, eating a Meal Ready to Eat (MRE), the unit’s chief NCO, Sgt. Maj. Jim Smith, spotted a group of shepherds in the distance. “There was a bunch of Habibs over there a few minutes ago,” he said, using the soldiers’ name for Afghans. “I bet I could take down four with my M-4 and two more with my 9 millimeter before they could chamber a round. What do you think?”
The soldiers demonstrated the casual racism and hatred common to the US military by reducing the Afghan people to ‘Habibs’ as they quaintly call them. This is the ‘gook’ or ‘jap’ of the new conflict.
I enjoyed hearing how stupid most of our hired killers are. It confirms personal experience. I know that with people like this there is hope for a future without American military oppression because despite the overwhelming technological and financial advantages of the US in the end decisions will be made by macho morons like these.
“Ah, this sucks,” Smith sighed. “Didn’t get to kill nobody and they still got to fire their rocket.”
Then he posed the ultimate question to the group. “When have we completed our mission in Afghanistan?”
No one had an answer.
I can’t believe I waste my taxes on crap like this. We need to have the military building roads or doing something useful.
Where do you live chris/ Where do you go to get a drink/
What library do you do your research in/ To further these ways to not have to think/ xxxx/ The military should do something useful?/ Like what? xxxx/ Like post a whacked blog/ And grip their PP’s real tight/ While dreamin their high pitched screams/ Translated proves they can write/ But smart ass opinions and snippy comebacks/ Are not the stuff of legends and men/ It is more the fluff of wise-asscracks/ Who do just enough to pretend/ Oh how the mighty have fallen/ On their sword and thought/ The sneaky thieves of transnational action/ Always think they’ll never get caught/ But the moon is dripping red/ For the one with yellow pants/ Who postures and poses as a pissy air-head/ Tryin to pull off his look at me dance/xxxx/xxxx/But what’s a roast without a wienie/ And what’s some nerve damage without a twitch/ Ahh yes like the old blues song says/ Male or female….a bitch is just a bitch////