Besides all that, the US IS NOT LEAVING IRAQ any decade soon. We're still in Germany, Japan and Korea. We have troops and/or bases in more than one hundred nations.

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But there’s a holy-helova lota difference between a (semi-vacation-like occupation) military base in east Asia, or the like, and some full-throttle-shitstorm (theatre of war).  The occupation bases (where the soldiers help the local economy and at most you may get the occasional rebellious uprising that takes place outside an arbitrary fence line with beer bottles thrown and the megaphone chirp or the single round fired over-head to calm the clash) aren’t all that bad …really.  Still it’s land grabbing, I know.  Leader bending, yeah.  That’s a tough nut to crack.  That penchant to seek dominion ~~ divide & conquer.  But bases in select regions that maintain obvious civility & blend with the culture can be marginally effective (even if that’s not their “main” objective), however what’s been goin’ down since 9-11, crux:  might equals right?, that stuff?, that barbaric waste of human life & limb?, with all this technology, Jim, and the depth of history this planet has seen & can choose to heed at any time?  That crap …is purely functional. Purely F’n functional.  And the function ain’t conjunction junction.  The fuckerz who have gotten away with this, made a payday of this, traded heyday for Swiss cheese land & liberty are among the bane, the drain, the human stain of Planet Earth.  The human rain, the blood-faucet-brain, The Darth Vaders, SHAME, the high-finance instigators who are too glad to send out henchmen to do their maiming, the disease that this good planet cannot seem to shake, the unholy hullabaloo venue. 

Oh yes, I can hear the razorblade retort burning my ear, yes I hear ye, ye bastid, ye scallywag, ye nightwing devil, ye well meant do-no-gooder, ye fife, ye drum, ye:  those doodads who hive there and spill tons of blood for promise of cartoon virgins in a badlands afterlife because egos misinterpret primeval dogma, because ego dreads the vagina (women) and low it makes them hateful to the corpuscle.  War:  Bad news, Brad news, nad news, maybe glad news to you…but you’re wrong, deadly bad news, wrong-minded animal crews with armament provided by the enemy, us, our big guy and his homies on the playground, are absolutely out of dey f<cking minds oddities to human interaction, certainly dangerous to all people & places, yo.  …But …BUT… they could have been squelched.  Could have been dealt a heady STOP SIGN with laser precision by our elite forces & the TV.  Little groups of bad men reigned in by little groups of very good men blah-blah & blah blah.  Coulda been done, shut-up, it coulda.  Recon would have dug it.  Geared-up for it, put it on the calendar as a treat for the senses, a date wit destiny.  The remainder (those separate and distinct from the ire-stained floor tailors & their moorings of mangy morose mill obligators), the bulk sum whole of ALL that population over there…over there, are just people trying to settle somewhere and be spiritual & maintain some sense o hope and rock the boat n roll in the hay and live to make a hut a home, a road of stone, & too many babies ‘cuz it’s what we know, all in their [in]convenient ancient battleground locale…they like to call get up and get down.

But no, you jolly Green giant, you, it didn’t go down the “right” way, did it?, the logical way, quit it, the evolved & world-weary &…otherwise human way, b-did-ip, because, …damnit to hell and back again, …war is power, power is stupefying,  and stupefaction is an easy trip to the bank for a certain sort o man.  Shame.  Shame on them.  …Where are the great Captains?  Where?  Where have the true compatriots gone?  Where, damnit!?  Where are those salty ol’ gents who trained my father to kill with a knife?  Who trained me to solder wire & drink San Miguel in the E-Club?  Where, Greeny?  Come-on, man, tell me…where?  Were they bought & paid for by Detroit & Wal-Mart & Exxon & Pfizer & Lockheed Martin &/or Ronald McDonald & his li’l niece, Wendy?   But then if preaching, preachin’ to the choir I suppose, ..so….

I suppose my point is this:  WE could sure use a do-over.   If somebody didn’t need to expend a whole helova lot a rounds for sake of revenue streams and death count tallies & what-not, there is nothing that has been done (other than the needless fckin slaughter) that couldn’t have been handled by special forces from all over the Allied ranks.  It’s what those cats gear up for.  & the rest of them, the army, navy, air force, and jarheads o-plenty? …We want them on our walls, we need them on our walls.  & in our towns & cities partying in our bars, …on call, …making good money and benefits, fathering their children, pickin fights & drinkin’ with the slimy civilians, trained, prepared to DEFEND home & liberty, DEFEND home & liberty, ...not in faraway Hell, well outa range o the demigods of war machine but no-doubt ground zero to the bloodlust, losing their minds, up to their necks in lies and deception and betrayal & shoddy equipment, cetra, cetra…..

oh man, I need a drink……………………….