5 Feet of Fury

I don’t care about the women of Afghanistan. Sorry.

I know we’re all supposed to, but I don’t.

I thought we were going over there to kill people and break stuff, as — yes — revenge for 9/11.

When George Bush gave speeches about the mission being about “democracy” and “women’s rights,” sure, it was stirring at times. How couldn’t it be?

From birth, here in the modern West, we are bathed in a steady stream of Stirring Speeches(tm) about something or other. These stirring speeches signal that Something Important is Happening(r). We are conditioned to respond accordingly.

However, we have to face facts:

Before we invaded Afghanistan, women were being mistreated.

We are right there on the ground now, with guns and everything, and they are still being mistreated. They will be mistreated after we leave.

Because the Afghan people are backward, tribal pagans. 

Unlike a lot of “conservatives” who retain a vestigal stain of liberalism, I don’t feel obliged to pretend to care about what happens in far away countries lest I be perceived as lacking sophistication.

I lack sophistication and don’t care.

What I do care about is me.

We have to kill people who want to kill us before they get the chance (again).

And more importantly: we have to stop letting backward tribal pagans move to our countries.

The people of Afghanistan who (allegedly) want freedom and democracy quite simply have to move away. Not here, mind you. But away.

Make like the Pilgrims and the Puritans and scram.

We see the Mayflower as a sign of promise, victory and, eventually, success far beyond the dreams of the passengers, not a synonym for retreat and failure.

So let the handful of enlightened, persecuted Afghans build a modern day equivalent of the Mayflower and get the hell out of Dodge.

Leave the idiots behind to kill each other in a worthless pile of rubble.

As long as they don’t come over here, I’m happy.

Look: Something is very wrong with this picture. First hand accounts stretching back centuries describe the Afghan people as undefeatable warriors. No invading nation has ever tamed them, “brutal Afghan winter,” etc.

And that would seem to be the case here and now. But why is it that, evidently, the bad guys got all the “undefeatable warriors” and our side just happens to be stuck with all the weenies?

If they’re all such great warriors, let the Good Warriors take on the Bad Warriors and see who wins.

Did all the good guys just happen to get born without the famous “Afghan warrior gene”?

Seriously, what is up with that?

Except I don’t really care about the answer.

Forget cutting to the chase.

We need to cut to the “unflinching walk”: the shot of the hero striding slowly and calmly in the opposite direction of the big explosion.

Then roll the credits.