Revolution from above, in some states and cases, is [...] often preferable to the status quo, or to no revolution at all.
Christopher HitchensTags: politics revolution conservatism iraq-war neoconservatism
Nothing—not even the US Army—more threatens the future of a democratic, pluralistic and (dare we wish, secular) Iraq than the political ascendancy of Islamic fascists like Al Sadr.
Marc CooperTags: politics war democracy united-states fascism islam iraq secularism iraq-war pluralism islamism united-states-army mahdi-army muqtada-al-sadr
There is a noticeable element of the pathological in some current leftist critiques, which I tend to attribute to feelings of guilt allied to feelings of impotence. Not an attractive combination, because it results in self-hatred.
Christopher HitchensTags: psychology guilt self-hatred iraq-war war-on-terror impotence leftism pathology antiwar-movement
The 'pre-emption' versus 'prevention' debate may be a distinction without much difference. The important thing is to have it understood that the United States is absolutely serious. The jihadists have in the past bragged that America is too feeble and corrupt to fight. A lot is involved in disproving that delusion on their part.
Christopher HitchensTags: war united-states delusion islam debate iraq-war war-on-terror jihad islamic-terrorism bush-doctrine preemptive-war preventive-war
Some say that because the United States was wrong before, it cannot possibly be right now, or has not the right to be right. (The British Empire sent a fleet to Africa and the Caribbean to maintain the slave trade while the very same empire later sent another fleet to enforce abolition. I would not have opposed the second policy because of my objections to the first; rather it seems to me that the second policy was morally necessitated by its predecessor.)
Christopher HitchensTags: politics morality africa united-states imperialism caribbean iraq-war abolition britain british-empire slave-trade american-imperialism anti-americanism
War is politics for everyone but the warrior.
Tiffany MadisonTags: politics war warfare iraq-war political-commentary war-on-terror afghanistan warrior
She smoothes the front of the dress, looking down at her hands, at her bitten fingernails, at her big feet in the pointy-toes shoes. This is a woman's dress, she thinks, a young woman's dress. It is not a girl's dress. It is solidly on the other side of the line outside of girlhood. It is a dress that says something big in a very quiet way; it is a dress that is talking to Alice right now, a dress that is making her feel possibilities never before considered, the possibility of perfume and pretty and dancing and boys. This dress is who she might be, only more so.
Laura HarringtonTags: fiction coming-of-age iraq-war father-daughter alice-bliss
He begins to sing to her, very softly, almost not singing at all, just a whisper of a tune. He spins out the tune like it is a tale he is telling her, until he feels her body relax, until he feels her falling into sleep. He sings to let her know he’s there, to stay anchored to the earth, to keep from laughing or crying in amazement that he is lying with Alice in his arms, he sings as if music could keep her alive, as if music could feed her soul, as if music could weave a protective spell around her to survive these days and these weeks and these months and these years, he sings as if he could give her a piece of himself, which will ring inside of her like a bell, like a promise, like hope whenever she needs him; and in his singing, he promises her every single thing he can think of, and more.
Laura HarringtonTags: coming-of-age iraq-war young-love father-daughter alice-bliss
When we neared the orchard a flock of birds lit from its outer rows. They hadn't been there long. The branches shook with their absent weight and the birds circled above in the riddy mackerel sky, where they made an artless semaphore. I was afraid, I smelled copper and cheap wine. The sun was up, but a half-moon hung low on the opposite horizon, cutting through the morning sky like a figure from a child's pull-tab book.
We were lined along the ditch up to our ankles in a soupy muck. It all seemed in that moment to be the conclusion of a poorly designed experiment in inevitability. Everything was in its proper place, waiting for a pause in time, for the source of all momentum to be stilled, so that what remained would be nothing more than detritus to be tallied up. The world was paper-thin as far as I could tell. And the world was the orchard, and the orchard was what came next. But none of that was true. I was only afraid of dying.
Tags: fear war fighting iraq-war terror
I became amazed at how much my men would tolerate if someone just took the time to explain the why of it all to them.
Donovan CampbellTags: iraq-war marines joker-one
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