11 September 2007
so anyway, I honestly don't even know where to start. It's been a weird day today, the normal routine broken up into disjointed bits by the demands of my stoopid job.
Despite my screwed up day, I've been reading the posts of those who's writings I have come to admire over the past oh, let's say six years or so. (Insert you own "See Also: Blogroll" joke here). Rather than trying to make some salient observation about each, I'll just post the links. I'm not in a mood to wax poetic.
It seemed right away like it would be a big war, three to four years – Afghanistan first, of course, then Iraq, then Iran. The idea that it would have stalled and ended up in diffuse oblique arguments about political timetables would have been immensely depressing. There was a model for this sort of thing, a template. Advance. But that requires cultural confidence, a loose agreement on the goals, the rationale, the nature of the enemy and the endgame. We don’t have those things. Imagine telling someone six years ago Iran would be allowed, by default, to make nuclear weapons. They would wonder what the hell we’d done with half a decade, plus change. What part of 25 years of Death to America didn’t we get, exactly?