Oh shit! Hide your chil’ren and lock your doors, because a bitch has a day off of work, the sun is shining and it’s Friday!
Sadly, this bitch has to take care of some personal bitness today. But at least my ass can be a lazy shit while doing it (wink)!
In the never ending interest of clarity, a bitch is compelled to respond to a certain Anonymous comment to yesterday's post on the Alabama arsonists.
This bitch isn’t in the business of comparing one crime to another, Anonymous. My ass was comparing the coverage of the crimes based on the status of the investigations and not the atrocity meter.
See, in a bitch’s world the media would provide this long forgotten thing called perspective...maybe some facts too...and inform the public rather than inflame them or create a false sense of conclusion-based safety when nothing has been concluded or resolved.
Color my ass delusional, but this bitch doesn't think the public is served by journalists over-reporting speculation and failing to follow-up on that which they have previously speculated about.
That, my dear Anonymous friend, is a discussion of the media coverage and not a comparison of a brutal rape and murder to a series of arsons.
A bitch is on record regarding the Iraq War. The war is wrong, the foundation for going to war was false and we have rubbed salt in an open wound by proceeding to execute this flawed shit poorly. Having said that, a bitch is concerned that we are about to pour more salt in Iraq and that more innocent lives will be lost in the process.
This bitch is not a military theorist…thank Gawd. My ass is a lifelong student of history and the history of The Man leaping in to take shit over, suck the lifeblood out of a region/country/colony and then leave in a blur only to look back of his shoulder in false shock when chaos breaks out is lengthy and disturbing.
Which brings us to Iraq. Over the past several months there have been calls for America to leave…to withdraw our forces and let Iraqis handle Iraq. A bitch understands these calls come from a place of compassion. Those of us who opposed the war are horrified by the death, destruction, fear and general drama. The need to just back off and apologize for the next 100 years is overwhelming.
Yet even as history shows us that backing off might not be the way to go we are faced with the reality that we're most likely not the folks to fix this shit. It’s like taking a rabid dawg to your neighbor's birthday party, watching it go crazy for two hours and then abruptly leaving while shouting ‘sorry!’ as you rush out the door. The regret is legitimate, but you might want to take that rabid dawg with you. Oh, and help clean up the mess, pay for the medical bills and counseling and so forth. But maybe your neighbor doesn't want to look at your face for...well, ever again?
Y’all feel me?
So, when a bitch and C-Money heard this on the news this morning…heard Rummy mouth off about any civil war resulting from our botched attempt at nation building being an ‘Iraqi’ problem for ‘Iraqis’ to deal with we were dismayed.
C-Money said it best...that doing so would be cruel.
But what the hell else can we do?
The problem is that we aren’t the nation to make it all better now. Creating chaos and not having the skills to deal with it sucks. Yet, we're we are and our options are limited. If we stay we will be fueling resistance to any Iraqi government…plus, people don’t want us there. If we leave abruptly, we will have destabilized Iraq, amplified cultural division, allowed Al Qaeda to move in where they never were before and thrust a system upon a people against their expressed will and in no way for their benefit as citizens. And the very people who couldn’t come up with a plan for war are now charged with coming up with a plan for peaceful withdrawal.
A bitch is beyond concerned.
My ass thinks about Vietnam…and what happened after America called fubar and then jumped ship. So many promises, such poor execution, so many lives lost, so much pain and suffering…and then we up and left. And Vietnam was left to clean up the mess, bury the dead and rebuild alone.
Perhaps that is war...those left behind must pick up the pieces.
And perhaps this question is not for a bitch to ask. Maybe we should do the unthinkable and ask the people of Iraq what the hell they want us to do?
Do they want us to just leave, to leave and take that rabid dawg with us...or stay and help pick up some of the mess...and then get rid of the rabid dawg after explaining that we now know better than to take one to a party?
And where the hell is Super Man when you need the earth circle backwards, for time to turn back and make this never have happened?
My Grandmother was right...some messes you avoid 'cause you have no fucking idea how to get the stain out.