Archive for the ‘war’ Tag

Monty Python Redux

 

Whereupon these Taliban, Al Qaeda and Isis fun guys were having a party

and spontaneously sang and whistled:

 

 

Things will turn out for the best

Always look on the bright side of…. death

 

 

(Whistle)

 

 

Yes, always look on the bright side of…. death

 

 

Tedumm

Tedumm

Tedumm

 

 

And their audience just died!

 

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Lose Badly And Ye Shall Win!

 

The Palestinians complain that unless they attack, nothing happens for years,

nobody paying attention to them, and a sort of condescending and highly patronising,

Israeli occupying de facto colonialism sets in, for maybe 50 years or more.

 

 

And they are right. This seems to suit among others the Likud party, just fine.

 

 

So the Palestinians will attack and attack, even though they haven’t a hope in hell to

defeat an Israel screaming bloody murder, and never failing to grossly over-react.

To wit, 2000 Gaza civilian deaths and total obliteration of its structures over what

started as the idiotic, cruel murder of 3 of its teenagers by rogue Palestinian nationalists.

The added rockets also seem to do little, except to help Israel cry wolf.

 

All of which is provoking worldwide condemnation of Israel, and may lead to painful

 isolation, and, believe it or not ultimately drive it towards a meaningful, not cosmetic,

peace effort leading to a free Palestinian State.

 

So don’t expect today’s fires to dwindle any time soon. And let’s see who the really smart ones are.

The Sorry Story Of Territory and Domination

 

Apes cannot shoot down airplanes and have no names like Vladimir or Bashar, but are just as primitive, plus sulking, brooding, vindictive and finally… inferiority-complexed, attacking not out of immediate hunger but ultimately out of petty, irrational fear.

 

 

 

http://youtu.be/a7XuXi3mqYM

 

 

 

Knock, Knock, Who’s There?

When Hitler was woken up in Berlin the middle of the night

of June 6th, 1944, to be informed of the Allied D-Day invasion

of Normandy, he said Good, that brings the enemy closer, a

stupid answer by a stupid, stupid man, an answer of Saddam Hussein

proportion, still unaware apparently that who was the enemy…

but him!?

 

 

La Preuve: 10 months later he was dead….

 

 

Black Sea

Russians are crude operators, with a firm 19th century mind-set in everything, and going about it in their predictable way. Ukrainians aren’t much better though and their claim on Crimea is just as tenuous. Still, revising Ukraine’s borders and, given its ethnic make-up, turning the Crimea into a semi-independent type of crown colony whose existence is guaranteed by both regional masters, would be the best compromise.

 

For peace, for business, for native Tatars, for the Russian fleet, for saving everyone’s face and the Ukraine suddenly having less of a domestic problem eventually joining the EU.

 

I think Ukraine should cede first, pacifying big, ugly brother, and guaranteeing its own and their cherished EU’s natural gas supply at decent rates.

 

 

So that despite the uncertainties in Kiev, it’s where the solution lies or what’ll be?

 

Astute pragmatism or self-defeating pride?

 

 

Soldier’s Ire

In Africa, civil or otherwise, war is defined as the sad situation whereby people who don’t know each other at all, will kill each other on behalf of those who know each other well!

 

And can you imagine a cruel, crazy French president giving orders to bomb large parts of Paris to destroy the ‘enemy’, simply because he is no longer tolerated? Too insane to contemplate, isn’t it? Yet that is what is happening in Damascus and Aleppo, because pilots in Syria don’t think twice before stepping into their cockpits and bomb their own brothers, sisters and their lovely kids to death. Then fly back to pick up a medal or two, have tea and eat their falafel before picking up their own child from kindergarten, with a smile.

 

“Daddy’s back, little Ahmed! Did you have fun today?”

 

It is a known dictum that pilots, like soldiers, are paid not to think. It was so in Japan and in Germany not long ago. It still is so in Syria, where primitives bomb their own with glee it seems and upon demand. But no longer in Ukraine where his personal guards abandoned a morally corrupt president, and the army and police made it known they would ignore his demands if asked to slaughter innocents to keep him on top.

 

So then let there be this warning to hungry autocrats and blinkered generals: think twice and abandon force as a political tool, be inclusive whatever the conflict is and deal with it effectively and peacefully, for in ever larger parts of the world the days of the non-thinking soldier is over, one who no longer shoots when you say so, whether you like it or not and indirectly, by not shooting becoming the real ruler of the realm.  

 

The Great Kalashnikov

Rampant life, kills life. The food chain cleans up and controls the numbers.

Humans escaped the food chain by the evolution of their wits and have only viruses, and related or unrelated diseases to deal with.

Plus car, train and plane accidents, and the Assad and Himmler method of population control, of course.

Of Moustaches

It was always a mystery to me where Hitler got all the money to arm himself to the teeth. At this point he hadn’t invaded anybody, or got cheap slave labour from the countries that he would later attack. The Weimar Republic was on its arse, inflation running at 100 000%, the entire outside world sunk into a deep depression, and the reason our boy got elected to Reich’s Chancellor in the first place: yes he was democratically elected by a desperate and defeated people.

 

Germany doesn’t have much in the way of natural resources, so where did he get the inital materials and loot to pull Germany out of its rut with public works and feverish arms production? How did he pay? Who gave him credit? You tell me!

 

But then I read this, as a follow up, written by P.G.Wodehouse, while in Berlin, where he had been kept in detention:

 

The situation in Germany had come up for discussion, and it was generally agreed that Hitler was standing at the crossroads and would soon be compelled to do something definite. His present policy, said a Whisky and Splash, was mere shilly-shallying. “He’ll have to let it grow or shave it off. He can’t go on sitting on the fence like this. Either a man has a moustache, or he has not. There can be no middle course.”

 

And then it hit me. I had stumbled upon a magnificent metaphor for his later foreign policy, somehow beefing up his armed forces with absolutely nothing for them do or to look forward to, plus sporting a horrendous debt: He had to do something or the whole damn thing would have collapsed like a Ponzi scheme. Refusing to ‘Shave them off’, he chose to attack. And attack. And attack.

 

And the rest is bloody history!

 

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Pakistan (Bis)

The rag-tag, moped army of the Taliban plays the Pakistani military like a violin. Their only real weapon blending in with the population, in an instant becoming kamikazes on a bike. They have no tanks, no air force, not even underwear it seems and in strictly military terms pesky, even lethal but in the end insignificant and at war really only with modernity.

They know Islamabad’s obsession with New Delhi and will bomb the Indians so Pakistan devotes all its attention to getting blamed for it and be ready for retribution by garnering its concentration, troops and support mechanisms direction India instead of the Waziristans, leaving those very Taliban and their sympathizers free to operate despite the central government having more than 1 million men under arms, including reservists, but dedicating less than 50.000 of them to their own insurgent territories. In reverse sense much like treating a furry dog pissing on one’s boots to a biscuit, only to find out where its muzzle is so one can kick it in the arse as bloody ferociously as possible.

Just watch it, everything’s very visible and predictable: when the Taliban in Pakistan are up to something they’ll first attack an Indian Embassy, hotel or subway before carrying out the strikes it really prizes inside their own shifty borders. All the while demonstrating Islamabad is not in full control of its territory, the scary part, given its nuclear inventory and fous-de-Dieu to overflow.

Insane Energy

Hitler proved Einstein wrong: contrary to common interpretation E = MC2 stands for Energy equals Madness times the Speed of Light, squared. The great physicist belatedly recognizing the limitless energy emerging from massive daylight idiocy and, somewhat embarrassed, accepting the amendment of my own invention, by sticking out his tongue.

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