Hard reset, hard war, hard choices, hard times
Looks like Mr Trump has resumed “limited air strikes” against the Mullahs, which I’m okay with, really. Although I still believe that what with the cringeworthy pleading for “negotiations,” “cease-fires,” and “peace deals” from the Trump admin, the Mullahs have likely concluded that
- The US remains a paper tiger, a mere hollowed-out shell of its former WW2-era self
- At bottom, the fact is that neither this nation’s government nor its people have the stomach, the will, or the pugnacity required to wage war and win against a determined enemy
- Despite our military capabilities, they therefore have little to fear from the US—irrespective of which side of the uniParty coin happens to be in charge at any given time
Ultimately, it all boils down to this:
Trump has been trying to induce the murderous mullahs in Iran to make the reasonable choice and surrender, but in half a century of perpetual terrorism, the Iranian regime has yet to show any sign that they value reason over religious fanaticism. If you believe Allah has given you a mission to destroy the “great Satan” America and will reward you through eternity for fighting to do so, you’re not likely to make well-reasoned choices.
The Iranian regime has repeatedly violated ceasefires, rejected every peace offer from Trump, and most recently put out a €50 million, or approximately $58 million, price on Trump’s head, just after an Iran-tied assassin made an attempt on Ivanka Trump.
It remains to be seen how many more strikes it will take to bring the terrorist regime in Tehran completely to its knees. Hopefully every last genocidal jihadi leader will have gone to meet his master below before we’re through.
Hopefully, yeah. Because until Trump’s stated goal (initially, at least) of removing/replacing the Mad Mullah regime is achieved, then we won’t actually BE through, nor will we have won a damned thing. It’s a lead-pipe cinch that, should this latest round in the Fifty Years’ War© peter out with a pallid, half-assed “victory,” we’ll be right back over there in ten-20 years to do it all over again.
BOTTOM LINE: Before the Mad Mullah regime can be removed/replaced, the Mullahs will have to be dead, dead, DEAD…ALL the Mad Mullahs. All else aside, THAT is the real job here, THAT is the only real solution to the half-century-old Iran Problem. Since our Iranian enemies are implacable, resolute, single-minded extremists, they will never back down, never yield, never abandon the dream of world domination. This is a foe who cannot be reasoned with, bargained with, or talked down off the apocalyptic ledge his primitve ideology has forced him out onto.
Assuming, of course, that there’s ever a non-D卐M☭CRAT PoTUS again, that is. Grim as it all looks from here, we must all hope.
All of which leaves us with two stark, unpleasant scenarios: 1) we put ’em down like rabid dogs, ruthlessly, in great enough numbers that the ragged few survivors are left in such terror of the American infidel that the very idea of ever lifting a finger against us again reduces them to stammering, pants-pissing quasi-catatonia; 2) we stack arms, beg for mercy, and swear total fealty to Allah the All Powerful, All Merciful, and All Benevolent.
In the first, the soldiers, sailors, airmen, and marines who execute it will be haunted by sweaty, vivid nightmares and dreadful flashbacks rerunning slaughter, carnage, and dead comrades for the rest of their days. In the second, we will be slaves, all pride, dignity, and individual determination stripped from each and every one of us by our triumphanr enemy.
Bad as both options are, I can’t see any difficulty about deciding which scenario I prefer. Nor do I feel the least guilt over it. Because the US government supported the Shah for decades—a real piece of work himself, who treated his populace cruelly and harshly—the Revolutionary Pisslamic government, once it had deposed him,, embarked on a long-term campaign of terrorism, guerilla warfare, and despicable murder in search of revenge. The attacks, the recriminations, the insults and denunciations have neitther stopped nor slowed since the Mullahs seized power in 1979, effectively assuming the mantle of proto-feudal Warlords Of Persia.
SO, then: either we hike up our Big Boy Britches, gird our loins, and put an end to this vicious, Neantherdal nut-jobbery once and for all; OR: we resign ourselves to the national shame and disgrace of being the whipping boy for the Mullahs; accept a certain amount of annual civilian casualties from Moslem terrorist violence and the lowered standard of living which comes along with abject cowardice and defeat; and wash our hands of the whole sordid mishegoss. Then, we hold a press conference to declare “victory,” cross our fingers, and pray for a happy ending.
We’ll know soon enough whether or not Amerika v2.0 is up to the task before it.
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