“The Pentagon’s newest fighter jet saw combat for the first time on Monday during the U.S.-led attacks against Islamic militants inside Syria. The F-22 Raptor made its fighting debut nearly nine years after the Air Force took delivery of the jet. “The $67 billion F-22 program is one of the most expensive in Pentagon history, and the military is blunt about its perceived advantage: ‘The F-22 cannot be matched by any known or projected fighter aircraft,’ according to the Air Force.”
Those old men in Congress are at it again, saying that President Obama is going to have to put boots on the ground to win the war against ISIS. That means, they want him to send more American boys overseas to die, be maimed, return home with PTSD, commit suicide, etc. (Why don’t we send the Senators and Congressmen instead!)
That’s just what we need. Let’s crank up the war machine again so that the military-industrial complex can reap more profits for their stockholders from our blood. I am speaking as a boots-on-the-ground veteran, a rifle platoon leader in the Vietnam War, which cost 58,000 American lives plus hundreds of thousands of Vietnamese. (And what did we gain from that war?)
“In the councils of government, we must guard against the acquisition of unwarranted influence, whether sought or unsought, by the military-industrial complex. The potential for the disastrous rise of misplaced power exists and will persist.
“We must never let the weight of this combination endanger our liberties or democratic processes. We should take nothing for granted. Only an alert and knowledgeable citizenry can compel the proper meshing of the huge industrial and military machinery of defense with our peaceful methods and goals, so that security and liberty may prosper together.”
Now, because the Shi’ite Iraqi government refused to compromise and to fairly share its power and oil wealth with the Sunnis, and thus opened the door to a terrorist backlash by ISIS, a Sunni jihadist extremist group, it expects us to come in, do its dirty work, and keep it in power. I say, hell no. Let them fight their own fight. And let them start playing fair with the Sunnis and Kurds.
And please: we don’t need to send in troops to train their soldiers! We’ve been training their military for a decade. And let’s put a limit on the air war in Syria and Iraq. Our “precision bombing” is certain to kill thousands of innocent civilians as it has done in the past. We have already killed 60,000 to 100,000 or more ICs in Iraq.
I know we want to battle-test our new $361 million F-22 Raptor jet fighter (a useless weapon in the age of missiles and drones). But there will be no dogfights over Syria; President Obama will keep our planes away from the Syrian missile defense system and Syria’s Russian fighter planes.
China hasn’t had a war in the sixty years since the Korean War and has reaped the economic benefits and moved ahead, while our economy has stalled. Since Korea, we have fought in Vietnam, Grenada, Panama, Persian Gulf, Bosnia, Kosovo, Afghanistan, Iraq, and Syria. Is it no wonder that our economy struggles?
So please, Mr. President, don’t listen to the war-hawks: NO AMERICAN BOOTS ON THE GROUND IN SYRIA OR IRAQ. And let us disentangle ourselves from this war as soon as possible.
“Robbie! Robbie! I figured it out,” cried Wilfred. The sun was flooding the plain and Reckert had toothbrush in foaming mouth and canteen cup in hand.
“Bwoo?” asked Reckert, his lips closed to hold in the froth.
“I couldn’t sleep last night, and I lay awake thinking and I figured out why we have to have a war every ten or twenty years.”
Reckert spat onto the ground. “I bet you’re gonna tell me, right?” He poured a little water from his cup into his hand, rinsed the suds from his lips, took a mouthful of water from the cup, pumped it around his teeth, and spat again.
“Yep,” said Wilfred. “Two reasons. First of all, so we don’t have to fight a war without veterans. Can you imagine fighting without veterans?”
“Gosh, no,” said Reckert. He sloshed his brush in the cup and ran his thumb across the bristles to spray away the water.
Wilfred held an imaginary microphone to his mouth. “‘This is Daniel Dud at the Pentagon. I’m talking to General Malaise. General Malaise, sir, can you beat the Russians?'”
Wilfred wrinkled his brow sternly now and spoke in a deeper, slower, Southern drawl. “‘Gee, ah don’t know. Ah’ve never fought anyone before, and neither has anyone else in the armed forces. We haven’t had a war in nearly fifty years, now, you know.'”
“‘Don’t you think that’s a little…dicey?'”
“‘Oh, ah don’t know. Ah’m sure we can beat ’em at war games and maneuvers. Ah always beats the Red Team at them.'”
“‘Oh, good, sir. We’ll all sleep better knowing that.'”
“I get it,” said Reckert. “We have to fight a war every ten years, or we won’t know if our personnel are good enough to win. What’s the other reason?”
“Back to Daniel Dud. ‘I’m talking with Howard Lose, Chairman of the Board of General Munitions and Armaments Corpse. Mr. Lose, sir. Can your new F3001 fighter beat the Ruskies’ new MIG 2973?'”
“‘I’ve got to hand it to you, Dud. You really know how to ask the hard ones. The truth is, I don’t know. They’ve never been in a dogfight before. All I can say is that the F3001 exceeds all possible specifications. It’s even blown away our new MEF2538, the most advanced mock enemy fighter we’ve ever developed.'”
“‘Thank you, sir. That’s comforting. This is Daniel Dud, returning you now to ABM Central.'”
“So the only foolproof way we can test our weapons systems is to use them in a real war. Everything else is conjecture.”
“That’s it, Robbie. For reasons of personnel and ordnance, war is essential to our national security. The only way we can be sure we can keep the peace is to
remain at war.”