Wednesday, August 28, 2013
Not to sound too cavalier or red blooded, but is this Syria fiasco any way to conduct an ass kicking? There is an ancient oriental proverb, Musashi or Sun Tzu, take your pick, that says that one should never draw one's sword until it is time to bloody it. Fight or shut up already.
I am no brawler but I have scrapped a couple times in my life and I know one thing; You never have to worry about the guy who spends an inordinate amount of time telling you what he is going to do to you in a fight. The guy at the schoolyard who dares you to cross some imaginary maginot line. It's always talk. You need to worry about the guy who never says anything and comes over and punches you in the mouth. Works the same way in the bar. Those are the guys to be afraid of.
Syria used gas on its own people. Not the first time, read up on Bashir's pop wiping out the town of Hama. Now why exactly are we playing world cop again? It's not like there is a single good guy in this drama. Or that we are apt to win over any hearts and minds this go around. Are we on the side of Al Qaeda or Hezbollah this time? Let these particular antagonists kill each other down to the last man for all I care. But please, enough of the spaghetti western bravado.
Iran is of course, opening their fat mouth too, promising vengeance on Israel as retribution for any United States aggression. Hey Persia, don't make any promises with your mouth that your ass can't fill. Israel won't talk, that's not their game, they will simply turn your god forsaken country into the middle east's largest asphalt parking lot before you know it. Hezbollah is talking big too about their plans. Sow the wind, reap the whirl wind. The Israelis aren't like Uncle Sam, they will shoot first and leave the talking for later.
We shouldn't be forced into some silly butch display that risks a disproportionate response and unforeseen deck shuffle in order to salve Obama's wounded pride. Hey Prez, if you feel a need to launch a surgical strike or two, be my guest. But for god's sake, shut up about what you are planning to do or not do. Frankly, it's unseemly. All the schoolyard bellicosity makes you sound like a sissy.