There never was a more rhetorically unassailable phrase. Of course we don't wish the volunteers ill; nevertheless, I have difficulty understanding how the ribbons and unceasing chant mean anything more than a validation of their mission and actions. And I can't do that.
It would be political suicide to question this evil turn of phrase, but that doesn't mean it should be forbidden to mention how pampered this gang (for whom the bar for enlistment continues to be lowered) has become.
"Some front-line units continue to operate out of spartan outposts where a hot meal is a luxury and flush toilets unknown. But growing numbers of troops live on giant installations complete with Wal-Mart-style post exchanges, movie theaters, swimming pools, gyms, fast-food eateries (Subway, Burger King, Cinnabon) and vast chow halls offering fresh-baked pies and multiple flavors of ice cream. Troops increasingly live in dorm-style quarters (called "chews," for "containerized housing units") complete with TVs, mini-refrigerators, air conditioning/heating units and other luxuries unimaginable to previous generations of GIs."
So when the administration begs for more borrowed money to "Support Our Troops" in the manner to which they have become accustomed, it may strike some as a bit disingenuous that the implication is that all the money is being spent to protect them. Well, a pointless and unnecessary "war" (in truth nothing more than invasion and occupation, complicated by a pandemonium of armed thugs intent on resistance and fratricide) is rather difficult to explain. The logic must be, by necessity as fluid as a bag of Jello®, and so it is.
Tell me, why are they there? Are we each getting our $4,000+ annually for their actions? I hope they're enjoying their perks, it sounds like more opportunities for fun than I have! Your tax dollars at work.
That's enough.
Tuesday, March 27, 2007
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