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WARNING This is about foreign policy and American politics, the wars in Afghanistan, Iraq and the Levant.  If you are not deeply interested in policy questions, this will likely bore you beyond tears.

EDITOR’S NOTE: I GOT TIRED OF WONKING AND STOPPED MIDWAY.  GUESS MY OWN INTEREST IN POLICY QUESTIONS WANED.  SO HERE’S A PARTIAL POST FROM OVER THE WEEKEND AND THINK WHAT YOU MAY

In a way, this is about the path not taken.

We live in a finite world.

America has great power, perhaps more than all the rest of the countries of the world and certainly more than any one other country.

However, there are limits.

The latest video on Al Jazeera of Osama bin Laudin in the tribal areas of Pakistan is a perfect refutation of the notion of unlimited American power.

That’s a simplistic point, but it has its larger implications.

Because we have 150,000 American troops in Iraq, those troops are not capable of also being on the Korean peninsula.  They can’t be in two places at once.

Making the choice to have American armies in Baghdad is to also choose not to place them elsewhere.

Similarly, spending $200 Billion prosecuting the American presence in Iraq means that money is not being spent on health care.

To spend that $200 Billion at all has economic consequences since most of it is borrowed money that is globally inflating the U.S. dollar, increasing our national debt, etc., etc.

We can’t do everything.  We can’t do just anything.  And, we can’t do all of what we’d like to do at one time.

The point is fundamental, I agree, but since it is fundamental, it’s important and must be at the forefront of our thinking, in my view, especially at the current crossroads we face in that arc of discord that goes from India-Pakistan across the great mountains of Afghanistan and into the crescent of Trade Route cities from Kabul through Teheran through Baghdad and Damascus to the Mediterranean Beirut, then south to Jeruselem.

One of the points I want to make here is that although this is a very important part of the world and although what is happening there is extremely important, we focus on those problems to the exclusion of other problems.

There is also war in Somalia.

North Korea is testing long range missiles and building A-bombs.

It is arguable that narco terrorists are controlling the governments of Mexico, Bolivia and Myanmar in Asia.

The tribal warfare atrocities of West Africa are devastating the continent.

Natural disaster, tsunamis and earthquakes and drouth for example, are killing thousands and the earth is warming at an alarming rate.

It seems we have ad hoc responses across the globe, but the finite choices principle I’ve enunciated above seems also to argue that we have only one foreign policy and that it is an integrated and integral part of our overall governing philosophy.  We make choices that determine our priorities both at home and abroad.

As ethereal as these choices may seem, I’ll remind you that the consequence of America’s foreign policy choices is driving up the price of gasoline as you read this.  You may think that good or bad, but it certainly affects your everyday life.  The value of your work can be expressed in the price of a shirt at Target and that is a function of the value of the American dollar expressed in China’s Yuan.  It is one world.  A global market means that what you buy and what you sell and what you earn depends on what is going on in the world and how America is responding to and/or shaping those events.

What do you think would happen if, instead of being in Iraq in 2007, we spent $200 Billion having the military install wind power generators and photoelectric cell panels in the desert of Arizona and Nevada?

How would things be different if we thought about where we wanted to be and where we wanted the world to be in a hundred years instead of next year or next week?

 

 

I don't know what to blog today

I’m feeling a little funky today.

Don’t much want to talk about politics on a Friday and I don’t have all that much of a social life from this past week to talk about.

I was delighted to hear from my friend DeShan that she decided to stay in town rather than go to Australia, but then I heard she’d been assaulted by some guy and was badly hurt.  I don’t know the 411 on the deal, but I’m distressed to think about sweet DeShan being hurt.

I am so broke, I can’t pay attention and I mean that literally.  I can’t seem to pay attention to my billing chores or to my main business either because I’m so twisted up over money.  One of my sister’s 5 Rules for Divorced Women says:  If his money is messed up, his life is messed up.  Seems to be true for her brother and maybe it’s true for all potential boyfriends.  Girls?  Have any stories or experiences?

I think 3:40 a.m. McArp’s depression is rubbing off on me.  There is a big part of me that wants to curl up into a fetal ball and go catatonic so no one can mess with me.  That is depression, isn’t it?  I mean, fuck monastaries and caves.  I want a padded room and good drugs.  And, no, dzaster, it isn’t ennui.  I’m bored with ennui.  And fuck the French and their language anyway.

I keep missing privacy shattered Sharon.  She’s in town and wants to go to lunch and I’m in Ardmore.  I want to take her to lunch and she’s in Bumfuck Egypt.  What’s a nice Jewish girl like her doing in Egypt anyway?  Doesn’t she know … well, of course, she knows.  Well, she might not know, she’s a little bit dotty …  No, … uhm …  well, anyway … .

Speaking of Sharons, Sonic Sharon was at a party I went to last weekend and she got everyone up on their feet dancing by getting up herself and flat hitting it hard.  She was SO good!  She got that moneymaker movin’ and the rest of us just couldn’t stay in our seats.  It was the highlight of the evening.  That boy she keeps being seen with — just to make ME jealous, I might add (LOL) — is a lucky guy.

The movie Wednesday was The Three Burials of Melaquides Estrada, directed and starring Tommy Lee Jones.  Very good.  Beautiful depiction of the Big Bend country of Texas and northern Mexico.  Lots of local color and colorful characters.  I recommend it.

Had a long talk with the lucky Veronique Mist the other day.  I sure do like that girl, even if she’s the darkest person I’ve ever been close to.  Death and decay delight her.  She revels in the thought of her own demise.  She really does think today would be a good day to die.  Her fondest wish is to be an unsolved murder victim.  Anyway, we both agreed that we were going to die alone and unloved and unmourned — at least that was what was going to happen in our deepest fears.  In the meantime, however, it is irritating as hell trying to find love on the internet.  The problem is that you get on the internet because you can’t find anyone you’re interested in dating and/or you haven’t met anyone who is interested in you.  Trouble is, everyone on the internet is there for the same reasons.  They are too picky to want you or they are so desperate they want anyone.  Anyway, I told her I’d looked at 1,000 photos of women aged 40-60 within 50 miles of me in OKC and there were only 8 photos that prompted me to look at their profiles, much less want to contact and date them.  She said I was lucky to find that many and that among men on the internet where she was looking, she couldn’t find one in 1,000.  Of course, she wasn’t searching.  She was just going through the 1,000 suitors who’d filled her inbox with lavish praise for her beauty.  Different deal altogether, if you ask me.  My sister in S.C. says she showed my picture to one of her grrrls and was told I am HOT.  Great.  A woman thinks I’m hot, but she’s 2,000 miles across the country.  At least I’m going to S.C. in December to see my niece get married, maybe I can meet the woman of my dreams then.  Then again, maybe not.  I sort of realized over the past couple of days since talking to Ms.Mist that I just may be fooling myself.  I don’t want to have to clean the house and turn down the stereo and stop eating over the sink and drinking milk out of the carton.  I have the sense most women would object to some of these endearing habits of mine.  I may be better off in the dark alone in my padded cell than with a serious relationship.  It’s too hot to cuddle anyway.

Don’t anyone say a single word to me about Clerks II, the new Kevin Smith movie, until I’ve seen it.  I will kill you.  I mean it.

 

 

World War?

I spent some time Tuesday night with my favorite jazz bassist, Shy Oren, at the G Spot talking about Palestine.

First, I wanted to know if his family in Israel was safe and so far they are.

It’s rather difficult for me to imagine his situation.  His parents and siblings are within range of the Hezbollah rockets coming from Lebanon.  Like all Israelis, Shy has been in the Army — everyone serves their country in Israel.   (I sometimes think that would be a good idea for us, other times I think it makes a country militaristic).

His take on the homeland is that the Israelis are very united and angry.  They feel they tried land for peace and it didn’t work, he says.  He believes Israel will militarily establish a zone in southern Lebanon that is free of Arab arms and that seems clear at this point — telephone calls, taped, are being made by Israel to all phones in southern Lebanon telling common citizens to evacuate.   

Shy also believes there will be an Israeli invasion of Syria, retaking the Golan Heights, and that Israel will try to strike Iran’s nuclear facilities as they did in the 80s when they bombed Sadaam’s Iraqi nuke plant.

Gaza will be subdued by force.  Hamas will no longer have any military power because their gunmen will be killed.

This is, of course, a recipe for a world war.

Islamic gunmen are taking over Somalia.  The Taliban has renewed strength in the south of Afghanistan.  The Iraqi insurgency is killing at a faster pace than ever in Iraq.

Lest we forget, there are also Islamic states in the south of what was the Soviet empire — the “stans”, where American and other European powers massed for the invasion of Kabul.  Those places have Islamic insurgencies that strike at Russia from time to time with Chechnya the focal point.

One of the things Shy and I discussed is that the press in America is very very different in its coverage than the free press in Europe and the rest of the world.  Frankly, if all you read is American newspapers and/or the American television news, you are not getting the same ideas of what is happening as is the rest of the world.

I don’t believe in an American Mainstream Media cabal or conspiracy,  but the view of the world being presented at present is skewed. 

American support of the Israeli prosecution of this military action is very dangerous.  After Clinton worked very hard to gain Arab and Islamic respect by backing Muslims in the Balkans against the Christian Serbs led by Milosovec, Arabs now believe America is captured by its Israeli paymasters.  Yes, that’s an anti-Semetic view of the world.

For America, I think part of the problem, a big part of the problem, is that this Administration and a large portion of the American population is simplistic in their worldview.

And, it’s the most un-Christian foreign policy I can imagine.

Not all problems can be solved by American arms.  A gun does not solve all disputes and a bomb is not the best answer to every disagreement.

We have a man in the White House who professes to be a “born-again” Christian.  He’s backed by a third of the voting population that identifies itself as “evangelical” or “religious”.

Why do we have a foreign policy that is based on the idea that America is a hegemon and can force by arms its will on the world?

Why are we condoning torture and kidnapping?

Why do we applaud tanks and airstrikes?

What is Christian about that?

“What would Jesus do?” is no mystery.  It’s in the New Testament plain as day.  Jesus would turn the other cheek, love his neighbor and forgive seven times seventy seven.  When the Centurian in the Garden of Gesthsemene had his ear cut off while coming to arrest Jesus, Christ healed him and admonished his disciples for turning to violence.

I understand the Israelis.  God is pretty much a tough military leader in the Old Testament.  Once, an angel (presumably, the Archangel Michael) with a fiery sword slew 10,000 enemies in their tents in a single night.  that’s a heckuva massacre, even by today’s standards.  don’t mess with God’s chosen people.

Meanwhile, back in the real world of today, you’ve got a sliver of the American population who are hoping that this will all turn into Armagedden so they can rapture up to heaven.

You can bet there are Arabs who are burnishing that quote from Bush back around 9/11 when he called the War on Terror a “crusade”.  You may recall, as do Arabs, that the crusades were not a good time for MidEast-European diplomatic ties.

I hope you also recall that the Arabs kicked Europe’s ass.  Jeruselem fell and just about the time Columbus was taking off for America, the Arab world took Constaninople.

Damascus is a far far older city than London or Paris and Baghdad is the traditional site of the Garden of Eden.

Frankly, I think America is in over our collective heads.

Bush’s idea of Arab democracy lacks two things:  an appreciation of the need for stability for a democracy to work; and, he forgot that the Arab world did not have the Englightenment, as did Washington and Jefferson and Madison.

He’s forgotten our Christian ideals.

And, this President has no respect for anyone with a differing view.

It is a prescription for disaster.

So, put those vacation plans on hold and cut up your credit cards because gasoline is about to go to $5-6 per liter (not gallon).  You won’t be able to afford to heat and cool your house this winter and next summer.  Do yourself a favor and buy a bicycle and a cord of wood if you’ve got a fireplace.

I’m very pessimistic, can you tell?

Drunkcall Damascus

I’m here to start a new popular movement in America.

Drunkcall Damascus.

Everyone, sometime and sooner or later, has drunk called.

You know.  It’s 3:18 a.m. and you’ve had too much to drink and you call an old girlfriend.  Sometimes you just breathe and hang up, but sometimes you give them a piece of your mind.  Sometimes you beg for a piece just for old times’ sake.  Whatever.  What you really know is that you wake up the next morning and remember it and feel dirty, skanky, guilty and full of remorse.  Sometimes you don’t remember and you get to feel all those things when the drunkcall-ee gives you a going over for waking them up at 3:18 a.m. on a Tuesday.

Well, in this case, I think President Bush has a great idea.

We need someone to call President Assad of Syria and tell him to git Hizbullah to stop this shit.  Then it’ll be all over.

Why not every God-fearing, heavy drinking American?

It will save all those drunk calls to innocent former lovers, who will get to sleep peacefully through a Tuesday night and won’t wake up the next morning cranky with all their co-workers. 

Instead of feeling guilty about drunk calling, we can wake up with a sense of patriotic pride.

Hello, operator, give me Damascus.  This is London Calling, can’t you hear the damn CD?  I’ll turn it up.  Now put that guy Haaaasssssan on the line.

 

The Web Wizard Updates

John,

I’ve been upgrading a couple of my sites…

http://www.fastpipe.com/

http://www.hdtvok.com/

When you’re desperate for work, you work on that portfolio… :-)

I’ve started following Mary Elizabeth’s blog, which I find very funny. 

In case I forget, happy birthday!

Dennis

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FastPipe Media, Inc.
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“Stop throwing the Constitution in my face.
It’s just a goddamned piece of paper!”
           — George W. Bush, November 2005