Islamist Crack Houses

I'm angry today.

Today and for a long time to come, at least eight families are desolate for the losses of their sons in Afghanistan. They died at a small post "in the east", somewhere near the border with the Islamist crap hole known as Pakistan.

I know what this place was like. It was one of those small listening posts that all armies, in every age, have established to tempt or observe the savages in the brush, valleys, jungles and rock piles on the margins of the bigger potential battlefields, where the view is clear.

We had them everywhere in Vietnam. Tiny ones, and even big ones, like the Westmoreland blunder known as Khe Sanh. Many of their brave occupants, of all branches, simply disappeared. Their bodies were never found and their horrid last moments imagined like a tongue probing a painful tooth.

A strategy which includes isolated posts, is one of the tactics of a guerilla war.
We don't hear that expression anymore; we call it nation-building. It's the last attenuated principle of the old liberal internationalism that emerged after WWII. It was saturated with First World benevolence and Western confidence in our own ascendancy. The Cold War only concentrated our effort to project the beliefs that existed long before the Cold War began.

Today, we are, at home, a nation petrified in our cultural defenses by liberal multiculturalism, political correctness and doubt. We send our beautiful young to die in a struggle against Islamists (anyone who protests that word can go to hell)in a place and for a people not worth a single American life. In that place, the people have dragged their hideous metaphysics unmodified from century to century, and now our blood is soaking their soil to either defend their choices or alter their path. Which one is it?

A Western nation that won't defend its own borders and culture; a nation that martyrs itself for retrograde cultures, a nation which pursues a masochistic enterprise for the health of a new Islamic Republic, is a nation confused about its own relative value and identity - a nation asking for a defeat and reckoning so horrible that future historians, if there are any, will shake their heads in wonder and contempt.