What do Afghanistan, Iraq, and Syria have in common? Mayhem, much of which flows from the terror masters in Tehran. A few years ago, even our military commanders denied, or failed to see, that Iran’s wicked leaders had ordered the arming, training, funding, and support of the murderers in Iraq and Afghanistan, but those days are gone. No informed person doubts that any more, and the troops know it, first-hand and bigtime. If we were serious about the war, we’d be debating how to defeat the Khamenei/Ahmadinejad regime, the better to save American lives and bodies, along with those of innocent Syrians, Iraqis, and Afghans.
Instead, we have the great silence, or its raucous corollary, the obsession with the Jews. You may have asked yourself why I haven’t talked about nukes, or about Israel, when so many members of the political and chattering classes are forever talking about those things, and those alone. Answer: because WE, not the Israelis, are the prime targets of the terror masters, and those two thousand Americans killed in Afghanistan were sent to their graves without the need for nukes. Just like the nearly three thousand massacred in America on 9/11, in which the Iranians were similarly deeply involved.
The Ayatollah Khomeini declared war on us shortly after descending from his Air France charter in February 1979, and his followers have been waging that war ever since. America has failed to mount a serious response, even though no American lives had to be risked; we have had many opportunities to support a strong and pro-Western domestic opposition movement. If we had done that in 2001, it would have been a lot easier to deal with Saddam Hussein, al Qaeda, the Taliban, Hezbollah and other ghouls.
And the ICU at Bethesda Naval Hospital wouldn’t be gearing up for the latest heartbreaking arrivals.
Instead, we pretend it’s all about Israel, and Iranian nukes. We pretend it’s the Jews’ problem, not America’s.
The Italians have a great word for this sort of evasion of moral and strategic responsibility: stomachevole. In common English: it makes me want to throw up.