Re: I'm sending out for pizza.
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quillsinister
07/03/2008, 4:50 AM #
I have not read Bend Sinister, but I shall add it to my list. Fukuyama is a Neocon from before that term became associated with all that is wrong in the world. I don't like him personally because I find his historical determinism to be extremely simplistic; almost childish. He's almost like a capitalist version of Marx. Brzezinski is a classic balance-of-power Realist and the author of The Grand Chessboard, which is an excellent book. Incidentally, simplistic interpretations of things are also why I don't care for Chomsky or Zinn. I appreciate A People's History of the United States as the proverbial view from the gallery, but little more.
While Hitchens does not say that this university's curriculum will be cobbled together from random donated books, without a specific list of titles and editions, that is exactly how it will happen. Or they'll end up with thousands of unusable books once they've picked the ones they wanted. The smart way to do it would have been to ask for monetary donations or issue a "wish list" of titles; specific editions, translations, etc. Just asking for books is remarkably imprecise. What do they mean by books? Heck, I've got some old David Eddings paperbacks that have been sitting in a box since I was about fourteen. Would they want those? It's just no way to run an institute of higher education; particularly one that will charge $10,000.00 per year in tuition. But, that's really par for the course, isn't it? Nothing about this war has been properly thought out. We behave as though we don't have almost three thousand years of recorded observations on the nature of politics and warfare, and as a professional warfighter who spent his university years buried in political science texts, I find that approach distasteful. If we were going to do this, we should have done it right or not at all. On the stupidity scale, what we've done isn't too far from the Athenian invasion of Sicily. We're just lucky there isn't an actual adversary out there who could take advantage of our resulting weakness; you must see that counting on the weakness of others to avert our disasters is an unwise practice in general.
So am I deriding every single success story in Iraq? Well, maybe. Though to be fair, I haven't actually heard of any. Certainly nothing that would even remotely approach justifying the horrific wrongness of our foreign and economic policy. Yes, I'm happy they're building a university for wealthy Iraqi families. That's very nice for those few who will have the means to attend. However, in the larger scheme of building a successful democracy, that's like trying to treat a hollow-point wound with a band-aid. If you choose to drink that kool-aid, that is your right. Je refuse, mademoiselle.
Since I'm not a Democrat, I do not believe anything I've said counts as a donkey-bray, and I rather find my cynicism to be extremely artful, thank you very much. That cynicism, just so you know, was born during Shock and Awe, which was my first of two deployments to our special little Greek tragedy. I'll probably get a third in the very near future, so I expect my cynicism to reach truly epic levels. Worthy of song, even! But here's the thing: I'm a Realist and a Machiavellian and I know exactly what those terms mean. I kill people for a living and have no trouble sleeping at night. My criticism of this war has more to do with timing, concept and execution than quaint moral fluff. Although I generally hold that stupidity resulting in needless suffering must be classified as immoral, bleeding-heart sentimentality has no place in that calculation. Who needs it? I have game theory. I have a well-worn copy of Liddell Hart that followed me to war and back. Actually, on my first deployment, I did bring along Lattimore's translation of The Iliad, so I guess that's pretty drippingly sentimental. I'm a sucker for the Classics. You might like reading Liddell Hart, now that I think about it. He was brilliant strategist.
What my disdain reveals, my Lady Vivian, is that my eyes are open. Nothing more.