Showing posts with label Afghanistan. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Afghanistan. Show all posts

Monday, May 28, 2007

The Forgotten Fewest


STATISTICS

Iraq:

American deaths confirmed by The DoD: 3,444
Reported American deaths pending DoD confirmation: 11
Total: 3,455

American wounded: 24,314

Afghanistan:

American deaths confirmed by The DoD: 390
American wounded: 1,141


When someone asks you whether you would be willing to die for your country, it's a reflexive action to say in response, "Sure I would." Here in the U.S., patriotism is ingrained in us from the age of six with the Pledge of Allegiance, the Star Spangled Banner, and Memorial Day Parades. When we get older, the answer to the question is still the same, but we're not being completely honest when we give it. If we were being honest, our answer would be: "It depends." If we were being honest, we would admit that the answer to the question "Would you die for your country" is contingent on exactly what our country is asking us to do. In my case, are the leaders of the moment asking me to go fight people like the Nazis -- truly some of the most vile humanoids who ever marched on the planet -- where our freedom is really at stake? Where the enemy's wrongness is so clear that we have no choice but to fight? Is the United States being invaded? Am I being asked to pick up a rifle and go guerrilla against an invading army, like those pesky kids (led by a young Patrick Swazye) in that Reagan era movie Red Dawn, where they fought the Russians, Cubans, and Nicaraguans to a standstill? Wolveriiiines!!! No problem. Sign me up.

Or... are the grayheads driving the bus sending me to Vietnam to "fight communism," or to Iraq, to "fight the terrorists"? I think in the latter two situations, if I was being honest, I would say, fuck no, I am not willing to surrender my life, or even an arm or a leg for my country. You couldn't pay me enough to go fight in Iraq. My life is pretty valuable to me. If you're asking me to risk it, you'd better have a damn good reason. Vietnam and Iraq don't cut it, because my country's well-being and national security were not threatened by either Vietnam or Iraq before we started those wars. Why should I die on behalf of a flawed "Domino Theory," or to help Halliburton boost its oil profits? If Americans are too lazy or clueless to stop sucking the Middle East oil teat and develop an alternative fuel source, why should I put my life on the line so they can drive SUVs and pay $2.50/gallon for gas. Sorry. Na ga da.

Fortunately, I, like most Americans, don't have to worry about these little distinctions. There's no draft here; we have an all-volunteer military. So only those who have chosen to join the Army, Navy, Air Force, or Marines are required to go and fight. The rest of us stay at home. While they're swallowing Iraqi sand dust in bunkers and claustrophobic foxholes, we get to go to work, make money, follow our favorite baseball team, eat out at nice restaurants, shop at Bloomie's, and vacation in Maui, Thailand, and South Africa. On Memorial Day, we get to go to the beach and have barbecues while they patrol Baghdad's homicidal streets, wondering if that rock at the side of the road is hiding an IED; if the Iraqis or Afghanis watching them pass are there to distract, while someone unseen, 20 yards away, targets them with an RPG; and if that beat-up Toyota with the kids in the backseat contains an innocent family or a suicide bomber. We have all day to get our tans and read our magazines. They have only a split second to decide what to do when death is waiting for them at every corner: shoot, stop, duck, hide, run, walk, engage in conversation, piss themselves with fear (which is what most of us would do under the circumstances).

When our soldiers wake up every day in Iraq or Afghanistan, they have to wonder Is this the day? The day I die for my country? While we sit at home, forgetting all about them, focusing instead on climbing the corporate ladder and whether that cute chartreuse blouse really matches that navy skirt.

Just like always, our wars are being fought by the brave few while the rest of us sit home and watch it on t.v. Except now, since we don't have a draft, the brave few are even fewer than before. (The Pentagon learned its lesson after Vietnam; drafts tend to cause really NASTY protests when unpopular wars come around). They are the fewEST. The forgotten fewest. They serve our country and don't ask questions, even as they are called back to Iraq and Afghanistan, redeployed over and over again, abused by a flawed system where reinforcements are hard to come by. Even as they are called to walk into the cross-hairs of a civil war that will continue long after they're gone, whenever that is. Even as they have been wronged by a government and in particular, a President, who will go down as one of the worst in our history for the fraudulent, bloody, and criminal foreign policy decisions he has made.

Many of the forgotten fewest have come home in coffins framed by American flags that no one is allowed to photograph. Others have come home without arms, legs, eyes, ears, and pieces of skull, forced to live the rest of their lives with a fraction of the body they had before they left for Iraq or Afghanistan. Still others have been so debilitated by PTSD that they eventually kill themselves, or exorcise their demons on someone else, a lover, a wife, a child. Years of committed therapy and medication are the only hope for a normal life for those who are struggling to keep it together.

Did you think about any of these people this weekend while you were at the beach or in your backyard?

As usual, the heavy burden of our wars is being borne by very few people and their families. As usual, the rest of us, the majority beneficiaries of their sacrifice, haven't been asked to a damn thing to support them. Okay, we did get some tax cuts and President Bush told us to go shopping to keep the economy strong. Of course, this doesn't help the soldiers very much. But do we need to be asked? If you would like to do something real for them, something that will make a difference in their lives and the lives of their families, here are some ideas:

Operation Hero Miles - donating your unused frequent flier miles to the families of wounded servicemen and women, so they can visit their loved ones at military hospitals across the country. If you do it before midnight tonight, the airlines will match the miles you give.

Operation Uplink - you can donate calling cards so military families can stay in touch during their separations.

Any Soldier - facilitates the sending of care packages and mail to specific soldiers.

Ourfinest - an organization that provides education, job placement, and mental health assistance to soldiers and their families.

Whether you agree with the policy behind these wars or not, the people who are fighting them on our behalf, at the behest of our elected government, deserve our support and respect. They also deserve to come home as soon as possible, and it's our obligation as Americans to do something to make sure that happens.

Thursday, March 01, 2007

8 Things I Think I'm Thinking About On March 1, 2007


Boy all this work has been cutting into my blog time lately. Enough with the mushy b.s., it's a new month. Time to get back to current events. Here's a quickie in the middle of my workday: 8 things I think I'm thinking about today, March 1, 2007.


1. Dick Cheney would do well to keep his pasty white arse within the borders of the United States. Yes, he's almost as despised here as he is in Afghanistan and Pakistan, but as far as I know, no one here is trying to take him out. Seriously, what in Allah's good name was he doing visiting those two haters a few days ago? Couldn't he have done the same thing with a video conference? No, no, no. Meeting with foreign dignitaries is really not the point. These little jaunts to the world's hellholes by Messrs. Bush, Cheney, and Madame Rice are designed to accomplish two things: (1) Stanch political bleeding on the home front, and (2) Poke a large American finger in the eye of our enemies. "I am all powerful, and I can go wherever I want in the world, including your backyard. I'm right in your face and you can't touch me, fuckers!"

Well, Dickles almost got touched a couple of days ago. Permanently touched. Too bad the Talibananas don't know that you can't kill Dick Cheney. You can only hope to contain him. The man is a vampire. He's Bulletproof. A zombie. The undead. You get the point. He's survived what, four heart attacks? He's not going anywhere and will probably live to 104.

Oh, and I loved this quote. When Dick was asked about the purpose of the suicide attack -- which killed 23 people by the way -- this is what he said:

"They clearly try to find ways to question the authority of the central government. Striking at Bagram with a suicide bomber I suppose is one way to do that."

No shit, really? If they almost got Cheney on short notice, how much time do you think Karzai has left?



2. Britney's bald look is hot. Yes, I know I'm in the minority here. Perhaps even a distinct minority. But her head is so smooth, so sexy without hair. It really brings out her beautiful eyes. I dig it. I really do. I'm biased though. In my life, I've had torrid crushes on other bald women, like Sinead O'Connor (pre-SNL fiasco) and the bald actress in the first Star Trek movie. I can't explain it. You really need the right head shape to pull it off though ladies, so beware before you trot out those clippers!



Jack Nicholson is another story. At the Oscars, he looked like a bloated Daddy Warbucks in too-cool-for-school sunglasses. Like Darth Vader after they removed his helmet in Return of the Jedi and showed his misshapen blue head. Not a good look, Jack. But you're doing it for your art, so you get a pass. (And I know you're reading this blog in between Bacchanalian romps with young wannabe starlets. That's why I am speaking to you directly, in the second person).



3. Pigs are flying and hell is freezing. We are approaching peace with North Korea and (gasp!) we might actually be seen in the same room with leaders from Iran and Syria. Good news, my brothers!

Of course, the moral of this story for all you pipsqueak enemies of the United States is that if you build yourself a nuke or two, we'll make peace with you. No one wants a nuclear fistfight. Is it any wonder why Iran is running full steam towards membership in the Nuclear League of Nations? It ain't no fluke, if you don't got that nuke!

Hey, who's that in the back of the room stompin' and swearin' and gettin' all red in the face? Israel? Hmmm... this story's not over yet. Get your hazmat suits and Cipro ready folks, and strap yourselves in. It's gonna be a bumpy ride.



4. You think your life sucks? Try being Taco Bell for five minutes. First they have a sickening outbreak in some of their restaurants in New Jersey and then NYC inspectors "discover" a nest of rats in one of their restaurants in Greenwich Village. Nice eh? I love rat droppings with my tacos, don't you? If you are stupid enough to still own stock in Yum Brands (owner of Taco Bell, KFC, and Pizza Hut), you may want to consider beating yourself about the head with a KFC chicken wing.

I've probably eaten at a Taco Bell twice in my life (my appetite does not run large for a shit-looking/smelling bean paste in a thin wheat rollup), but you'll never catch me there, or at any of those other places, again. In fact, between E. coli outbreaks, mad cow disease, and that bloated feeling I get after eating red meat, vegetarianism is looking better and better to me every day.



5. I wish Alan Greenspan would shut the fuck up. Isn't this guy supposed to be retired? He's as old as God and he still feels the need to grab his balls and opine on the future of the market whenever someone puts a mic in his face. A few days ago, he did us the dubious favor of proffering his wisdom that the U.S. could be headed for a recession later this year. Based in part upon his negative remarks (and profit taking in an overheated Chinese market), the U.S. market tanked 416 points, the largest drop since after 9/11.

Can't he be quiet, go buy an island somewhere, and keep himself busy playing hide the mango with a few lady friends? Sheesh. If he keeps this shit up, I'm going to be on the street wearing nothing but a barrel, like a poor character in one of those old Bugs Bunny cartoons.



6. This just in -- 74 year-old Italian grandmother, Olga Mauriello of Naples, finds live grenade in groceries.
Apparently the device was covered in dirt and she thought it was a spud, a dirty little potato, until she took it home, picked it up, washed it off, and realized she had a live, active grenade in her hands. [INSERT CLICHED ITALIAN EXCLAMATION HERE]. Thankfully, she lived to tell the story, though she has been seriously traumatized by the Spud That Was Not A Spud.

Baaaah! What a baby. My Nonna would have turned that grenade into spicy fries, thrown it on a plate with a T-bone, and served it to us for dinner.


7. In local news, I can't decide where I come down on Pool Aid. You don't know what Pool Aid is? Man, where you have you been? Pool Aid is an organization that has taken a (still) decrepit, though incredibly large, empty pool near McCarren Park in Williamsburg, Brooklyn, and turned it into a happenin' site for summertime concerts. I attended a couple of them last summer, and they were actually kind of fun, though the lines got longer as the word got out. Cheap beer, Dodgeball games, slip n' slide, hot dogs, lit doobies here and there, and good old fashioned rock and roll. All the great things you remember from your childhood.

The downside is it that the crowd gets a little grungy during the course of an afternoon. And after a few drinks, some of the hipsters -- the cool but much maligned 18-25 year-old unwashed demographic that pervades the 'Burg -- come perilously close to venturing into 60s hippydom, dancing around, hugging, waving, laughing, smoking. Hippies are most certainly NOT cool. When I start seeing hippies, that's when I pick up my NY Times (what a dork I am, seriously), get on my bike and leave the scene.

Some people don't want the concerts because McCarren Park is located near rapidly rising, yuppie condos, some of which now surround the Park. The concerts go all day on the summer weekends. Not exactly what the Condo People envisioned when they plunked down mucho dinero for granite countertops, Australian Jarrah wood floors, and Subzero refrigerators.

If you don't know what the hell I'm talking about, what a hipster is, or why you should give a rabbit's poop about pool concerts in a tiny town in Brooklyn, well have I got a special treat for you! I ran across the video below on Curbed, which will answer ALL of your questions and much much more. It's Pool Aid Hipsters singing "We Are The Pool," playing off the USA for Africa song from two decades ago. Shots of last year's concerts, kids splashing, Williamsburg hipsters dancing, and people just having a good old party time. An aging, sadly deflated Kool-Aid Man even makes a cameo. (Sadly, he's really let himself go. Must have been all that cocaine in the 80s.) Enjoy.






8. One small step against terrorism, one giant leap towards a police state. Time for an update on the legal proceedings of the case involving alleged Al Qaeda operative (and American citizen) Jose Padilla. He's the guy they locked up in a U.S. military brig in South Carolina for a few years without due process for allegedly plotting to build a dirty bomb. His trial is coming up in April and what do you know? It appears that a crucial DVD recording of Padilla being interrogated has mysteriously disappeared. The missing DVD dates from March 2, 2004. It's important because it might show, among other things, that Mr. Padilla was sufficiently traumatized by prior harsh treatment -- which has been said to include extreme isolation, manipulation of the temperature in his cells, loud noises and other techniques designed to break him down -- that any confession or other statements he gave during interrogation could be ruled inadmissible at trial. Guess we'll never know now, will we?

Prosecutors gave no explanation for how and why the DVD went missing after all this time. One would think they would have kept it carefully guarded under lock and key, since it purportedly provided key evidence of Mr. Padilla's guilt. Apparently someone important decided that the bad outweighed the good and the DVD should disappear, so it did.

This guy is getting railroaded so badly, it makes Saddam's trial look fair and clean by comparison. Can't wait to watch the sham on C-SPAN.

And that's 8 things I think I am thinking about today. Good night and good luck.