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The Schoolgirls of Kandahar

To celebrate Renee Montagne’s last week hosting Morning Edition, we listen back to some of her favorite stories, including a piece about schoolgirls in Kandahar, Afghanistan. This story originally aired Nov. 25, 2010.

I heard this story the other morning and despite my satisfaction with the results of our presidential election and the fact that it was my birthday (November 10th is the birthday of every United States  Marine) this story; meant to be a feel good piece, made my blood boil. Before I get into that let me hook up the non-Marines in the audience with an inside peek at how serious the Marines are about their Birthday. Hour two of All Marine Radio from November 10th is pasted below. Enjoy.

Mike McNamara, the host of All Marine Radio and one of the best long form interviewers I’ve ever heard has been on a roll lately about incompetence from on high; specifically the failure of senior general officers to tell their civilian masters no when tasked to do something without the resources they (the generals) know they need. To understand the depth of this crisis and the consequences listen to this interview of General Anthony Zinni by Mac and try not to cry.

You heard him right; everything that has happened in Iraq since 2003 was anticipated in the war plan that Rumsfeld threw away in 2002.

But it’s not just the generals; the media driven narrative is every bit as culpable and as NPR is (in my opinion) the System Administrator for the progressive narrative their reporting is important. The Schoolgirls of Kandahar is a feel-good, virtue signalling story that was well produced, unusual and interesting. The purpose of airing the story now was to salute Rene Montage for going the extra mile in her reporting. I’m sure she and all who listened to it felt the warm glow of self satisfaction at a job well done. But the narrative is, by design, the enemy of reality and in reality there was a small group of women who were not feeling the love when this was broadcast last week. That would be The Schoolgirls of Kandahar.

What has happened to those brave young Afghan women since we pulled out? I’m not sure (Panjwai Tim is looking into that for us) but I can guarantee you this; the lucky ones are beneath the pale blue burqua and will spend the rest of their lives stuck inside the family compound. The unlucky ones are dead. The story I heard yesterday was about Rene Montage, not The Schoolgirls of Kandahar who believed in women like Rene back in day when there was a chance the Americans would stay to see things through.

We have, of course, stayed but we are no longer seeing things through. We are supporting a central government that the population believes illegitimate (because it was created and is supported by infidels) and knows to be horribly corrupt. That government is trying (and failing miserably) to battle a resurgent Taliban across the entire country and a small but nasty outbreak of The Daesh (ISIS) in Nangarhar Province.

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ISIS thugs in Nangarhar Province – I never, in my wildest nightmares, thought it would come to this.

We have American soldiers on the ground executing a “train and assist mission” that clearly involves providing air support to Afghan military and police units in contact. We don’t have enough men on the ground to do that. Tac Air, when employed against insurgents who are in close proximity to the civilian population, will cause collateral damage. Guess where the Taliban are? Firmly embedded inside local communities. We no longer provide artillery support; that’s done by Mongolian General Purpose Force and speaking of collateral damage I wonder what a Mongolian army conduct of fire net sounds like when the Afghan National Army (ANA) and Taliban are really hooking and jabbing. Who know’s….we won’t because that would take an honest press to figure out and we lack that in America now.

The narrative is a dangerous lie in a world where the Untied States is currently fighting in six different countries. Draw a string from our war in Korea through Vietnam and Beirut, Liberia, Somalia, Afghanistan, Iraq and Middle East as it is today from Syria to Libya and what are the results on our investment in blood and treasure?

Perpetual war that has destroyed the Middle East and caused a massive migration of uneducated, unskilled, military aged males who will not assimilate into a feminized, progressively liberal Europe. The migrants demand money, housing and welfare payments while helping themselves to any woman or child foolish enough to wonder into areas containing large numbers of them.

The stakes could not be higher for the West; we are under assault by a resurgent Islam while simultaneously destroying ourselves from within via a toxic, feminized, self-hating, culture. The always impressive Stefan Molyneux at Freedomain Radio summed it up nicely in a recent podcast:

We are not all in this together. Not everyone is your friend; not everyone is like you. Humanity is a jungle of predators and prey, winners and losers and it’s a fight…a battle for dominance of particular gene sets. It is not kumbaya; it is not live and let live….it is a war, a battle for dominance…..This used to be understood.

There are the psychopaths there are the sociopaths but they are a pretty small percentage of society and they don’t have a huge amount of power – without a state. We are not all in this together, not everyone is going to assimilate, not everyone shares your values, not everyone wants to be like you. We live in the human jungle and it is win/lose, survive by your wits, it is fight or fail, it is loudly proclaim the truths that you value or be buried under by those who proclaim theirs. If they get what they want you lose everything; if you get what they want they lose everything. That is how people perceive it.

We are tribes; tribes can be racial, they can be ethnic, they can be political, they can be economic self interest; hell they can even be artistic. But we are not all friends in this species. And we have been battling it out for a 150 thousand years.  And finally we (Western Civilization) came up with a system where the battle could be productive to the species and to the world. We came up with a free market where people battled each other and instead of it being a war, where as the saying goes, you make a desert and call it peace, instead of it being religious domination, instead of it being about kill or be killed, do or die, blood thirsty disassembled human beings for fun and profit, bloodshed and warfare; it was the market. The market allowed  people to play out their win/lose dominance instincts in ways that are harnessed for the productivity and wealth and security and safety of society.

Stefan has observed there are two forces that need to be harnessed and focused in a positive way for a society to progress; the first is male aggression and the second is female vanity. Our society crushes aggression in males (especially white ones). The message boys get from grade school on is that they are responsible for a sexist, patriarchal, toxic culture. That message is reinforced, at every step, by the popular, progressive media/entertainment complex. And what is our current culture doing to tamper female vanity? It encourages it and now female vanity has swollen to such a degree that the elites think it a splendid idea to have women in the infantry.  The idea that women could or should fight in as American infantry is insane.

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Ouch – not a positive sign given the amount of shooting wars we are already involved with

We will remain the land of the free only as long as we are still home to the brave. Our current culture is going to have significant problems when it faces real war. Take the time to read through this excellent novel (Matterhorn by Karl Marlantes) for an example of what men do in real war.

Real war takes men, lots of them and I wonder how many of “the brave” we are now capable of producing?

Change is coming to Washington DC this January. We can only hope that business as usual ends and pray that the new administration moves towards freeing up the markets. Let us hope President Trump continues to make decisions based on reality; not the narrative.

Dawn Dreams About an Impending Nightmare

I’m sitting on my deck drinking coffee as the sun comes up. The sky is softening with all the variations of reddish yellow (I can’t really see them all with my red/green colorblindness but can sense they are there) start creeping up from the dark horizon. A song is stuck in my head and I hear it clearly; String Cheese Incident singing Arleen and not just any version of that song but the one they recorded live with the Dirty Dozen Brass Band.

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The song is annoying me and I try to clear my mind when the music suddenly stops. I’m hyper alert; I remember this feeling and immediately flash back to Afghanistan. The day dream starts again only now I’m thinking about the Afghan version of Baba Tim. What is he looking at when the sun comes up? What is he thinking about? The Afghan version of me would not have a String Cheese Incident song trapped inside his head so what would be stuck there on a beautiful early morning?

The answer flows into my consciousness without effort. As I look at the clouds building above the calm canals of Padre Island I see an ancient fortress. This is not the famous Fighters Fortress of Mazar-e Sharif, or the ancient Ghazni fortress nor is it the one in Alexander the Great built in Farah. The fortress the clouds are forming is the Boost Fortress in Lashkar Gah.

Lashkar Gah is the capitol of Helmand Province and a town I know well having lived there over a year back in 2010. Lashkar (soldier) Gah (fort) is an old military town that has been occupied since the 11th century. It now houses over a half million refugees who have fled the encroaching Taliban. There is only a brigade of ANA soldiers in Lashkar Gah and they have just been reinforced by 100 American soldiers.  It is on these men the Afghan version of Tim Lynch would focused.

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The Americans are trying to create depth to the ANA defense and they are headquartered just down the road from the fort (the old Brit PRT base) on flat open terrain now surrounded by new housing built by the USAID and occupied by Taliban sympathizers. They will not be able to land helicopters at the base when we strike and will need to move to the Boost airport – miles of heavily populated neighborhoods away to get to fixed wing airplanes. It is during this move, which we will negotiate a cease fire to facilitate, that we will kill every American.

The Afghan version of me would be in his late fifties; active and fit, free of arthritis, gout and disease which marks him as a land holder and tribal leader. Farmers don’t reach their fifties with the blessings of good health in the Helmand Province. I carry scars from gunshot wounds and shrapnel which means I’m Taliban (when it is covenant to be so) and the scars combined with my good health mark me as a man who has the one attribute admired by all Afghans – consistent good luck.

My new mission, passed to me by the Quetta Shura when the Americans arrived, is to destroy (to a man) an American unit. At this stage in the war nothing else matters. The puppet government in Kabul is a dead man walking, not legitimate in the eyes of Afghans, more importantly not feared by the people. The central government is no longer a threat to the success of our movement.

I know the Americans having met with senior Marine officers many times; I even have a picture with Senators John McCain and Lindsey Graham. When I met them I smiled a lot and thanked them for doing whatever it was they thought they were doing in Marjah. But I thought the two soft, fat, uninformed, passive with the eyes of supplicants; they were not serious men. Politicians are the same regardless of land of origin; they are in their hearts cowards who demand others do the work while they amass personal wealth despite their limited government income. The Marines were a problem but one of limited duration. We knew the day they arrived exactly what day they would be leaving thanks to the African man who is the President of that land. After losing too many Mujahedin to the Marines early on we decided to wait them out with IED’s and long range fires.

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I am in my family compound looking at the old Boost Fort as the sun rises and I don’t have Widespread Panic songs locked inside my head. My mind is free of clutter and as clear as my mission.

I have many sons and three wives – my oldest son is a Taliban commander, the next oldest a captain in the Afghan army. Three of the younger boys are in Quetta at the madrasa and my four youngest boys are squatting in the shade next to me watching quietly. Afghan children do not initiate conversations with their elders, they aren’t loud, they don’t fidget, they don’t argue – they obey just as Allah would wish. Once I get confirmation of today’s American deployment the boys will each be given a position where they will spend the day. If they are skillful they will get the Americans to feed them and give them bottled water. If they aren’t they’ll go hungry. As their father I could care less. The smart ones will grow true and strong, the weak or stupid ones will perish young. Allah decides that not me.

My boys will be questioned closely when they return; how are the Americans acting? Are they jittery, unsure of their Afghan partners? Do they have the same confidence those damn Marines had when they were here or do they look more like the British? I know the answers to these questions already but reconnaissance is continuous as any change in the demeanor of the Americans would be significant. At this point they are scared, unsure of their new allies and the civilians who surround them. The smell of fear is strong when near an American position.

Soon my oldest will join me with the specialists we need from Quetta. Combat multipliers are what the Americans would call them but we call them Russians as they are from the former Soviet Union and are expert snipers and demolition men. The Mujahedin from Musa Qala and Sangin are arriving daily and with them the one item I cannot have enough of; 82mm mortar rounds.

Every police checkpoint attacked at night is cover for smuggling mortar rounds into the city. While the puppet government soldiers and police fight off small probing attacks our boats (manned by small boys so the American planes will not attack them) move back and forth across the Helmand River bringing more mortar rounds. Survey teams from Quetta have spent the last fortnight establishing mortar firing positions. With firing tables and their computers, they have even locked in the elevation and deflection readings for the mortar crews. We Afghans can do shock and awe too. When the mortars start opening up from every quadrant in the city the Americans will be shocked. The awe part will come when they realize they cannot use their planes or drones but are going to have to fight like men.

This evening my boys will be back as will the others I have deployed over the city. My commanders and I will gather their information, adjust our plans, and wait for Allah. When Allah sends a sand storm or a rain storm or any storm that grounds the infidels’ aircraft we will strike and by the time the Americans respond with their planes we will be among the people. Thousands of Mujahedin fighters’ surrounded by tens of thousands of civilians will make us immune from the American air power. We will have 100 American fish in our nets and we will kill them all. Unless there are women with them; they will be spared for use as entertainment for the Mujahedin. Then they will be killed.

If the Americans do not use their attack aircraft out of fear of killing civilians, I win. If they use their air-power to destroy the attacking Mujahedin, they will kill thousands of women and children so again, I win. Win/win – that’s the way of the Pashtun because if you are going to fight you must win or why bother fighting? If we capture an American officer I will have to ask him this before he is beheaded. They have fought here for a decade with no chance of winning and I wonder why they remain.

For now we wait, we watch, we plan and we listen. Allah will give us the cover we need to strike. When all the mortar rounds are here along with the Russians and the Mujahedin from the north I will be one move away from checkmate. The Americans will not realize their peril because they play checkers; we play chess.

I am a 58-year-old Afghan, a 1,000-year-old Muslim but a 6,000-year-old Pashtun. The Pashtun has one and only one way to deal with infidel invaders and that is to isolate them and kill them to a man.  It’s what we do.

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