War madness. The drums are pounding. Normally reasonable Dopers beat their chests, hairy and otherwise, and cry for war. Is it madness? Of course it is. A few points.
A land war in Afghanistan is madness. Utter, blithering insanity. Viet Nam was damp, with a terrain that rewards guerrilla tactics, populated by dangerous psychotics who had been at war with just about everybody for the past fifty years. Afghanistan is entirely different. Afghanistan is dry.
The first ground troops of any nation to arrive in Afghanistan will be instantly surrounded, not by blood thirsty, god-mad mujahadeen but by starving beggars. Afghanistan is not a nation so much as it is a disaster. Drought dogs them for years, they are likely to starve this winter. A war with them makes no more sense than throwing a hand grenade at a leper.
An air war is even less intelligent. There is nothing to bomb. Nothing. No railroad depots, no ammo dumps, no ball bearing factorys. If a magic death fairy gave you one hundred bombs you could place anywhere you like in Afghanistan simply by wishing it so, you could not use them all. There aren’t one hundred targets in the entire godforsaken turd pile.
War against terrorism? Whose terrorism? Are we going to wade in with the Russians against the Chechnyan “terrorists”? Anybody in a rush to sign up for a tour of duty in Belfast? Zaire? Columbia? Our allies can be forgiven for suspecting that our zeal will flag soon as we get our pound of binLaden. I suspect they are right.
Panic stricken Afghani’s are already fleeing from starving Afghanistan to hungry Pakistan, their share of human misery abundant. And this merely from the threat of American attacks. What will be their fate when we actually do something? To whom can they turn for mercy? Us?
Now we must ask ourselves the other question, the one that has to do not with our willingness to sacrifice, but our willingness to sacrifice others to our ends. I wish never to hear again of the helpless cowering in fear because “the Americans are coming.”
But the drums are beating….