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"History will be kind to me, for I intend to write it."-Winston S. Churchill

"The wandering scholars were bound by no lasting loyalties, were attached by no sentiment of patriotism to the states they served and were not restricted by any feeling of ancient chivalry. They proposed and carried out schemes of the blackest treachery."-C.P. Fitzgerald.

Saturday, May 01, 2004

It's been light blogging since last weekend.... 


...but I do plan to make an entry this evening giving my take on the Fallujah settlement. Bottom line? The handwringing going on over at Tacitus misses the point of what the Marines are doing.

Entirely.

One of the objectives of Valiant Resolve was to reduce the jihadist infrastructure while increasing the presence of Iraqi troops on the ground. We have done both, and I have it on very good authority (from someone on the inside who actually knows what the hell is going on...) that we have inflicted untold numbers of casualties on the foreign fighters. The same source tells me that we have also presented the tribal chieftains with an opponent that they didn't anticipate: a Saddam general, and a former division commander at that, who will head up "Iraqi" operations in the Fallujah kessel. Finally, this source tells me that the local warlords are none too happy with the jihadi immigrants, who suckered them into lending them valuable gunmen, only to see them wasted against the First Marine Division. The tribals are ready to deal.

In short, the Marines have found their Somoza. Only they don't want the new guy to look like a stooge.

Wretchard's latest take at The Belmont Club provides a sound guide to the future. After posting yet another coalition press release from yesterday, Wretch shows how the new Iraqi force flows from what the Marine command had been planning.

If this interpretation proves to be accurate, it will have flowed directly from the basic operational requirements of Valiant Resolve. The goals of that operation would have been to root out enemy cells in Fallujah without massacring everyone in the city. This had to be accomplished against an active resistance schooled in the methods which brought the Russians to grief in Grozny. All with the final goal of wresting control of Fallujah from its gang leaders into the hands of an American-controlled Iraqi administration. And although the final victory remains to be won and 'Golan' still to be reduced, no one should ever, ever, call Marines Jarheads again without meaning it in irony.


Whither Stalingrad? Why was I wrong? Well, it turns out that the Marines, as Wretchard mentioned above, had learned a thing or two, not only from Sixth Army's experience, but also from the tragic Russian armored offensives into the warrens of Islamist resistance in Grozny. A reduction of the northwestern Golan neighborhood in Fallujah is still an option, it appears, but only if the jihadi drive our Somocista troops out of town. For now, the Marines have gambled that they have outwitted the jihadi and have given the local tribal chieftains another choice, one that they had been looking for:

Iraqi administration of Fallujah. And increased authority for the Governing Council and the transitional regime. This is what we want. Vietnamization with balls. Real authority devolving to armed Iraqis with none of the fecklessness of the old Saigon regime.

Nope, not Stalingrad at all. Managua. How clever of the damn Marines.

***UPDATE***

This was not to say that things couldn't have been handled better. Rather, the Marines appear to have taken lemons and made lemonade.

***FURTHER UPDATE: NEVER MISSING AN OPPORTUNITY...***

...to miss an opportunity. A pessimistic Tacitus bewails our "defeat" in Fallujah. My take? The Arabs are about to go goofball on us when the Marines enter the town in a joint patrol. They just can't help themselves. They think that they are invincible now, so they'll attack to keep the Marines from entering "Heroic Fallujah". They will be attacked, big time. But we have to give Anastasio Somoza Jr. a chance to show that he's the Big Dog in Town before he fails miserably (and then gets killed by "patriotic" Iraqis in a massive car bombing). Tacitus doesn't see it that way. He sees the rejoicing in the Arab press and in the street.

Of course, it is instructive to note that the Arab press rejoiced after the Six Day War as well.

Monday, April 26, 2004

Attack of the Assweasels 




Well, I guess it had to come. This story first got some play in New York Magazine. Then, Wonkette got a hold of it, God bless her:

At a recent dinner party hosted by New York Times D.C. bureau chief Philip Taubman and his wife, Times reporter Felicity Barringer, and attended by Arthur Sulzberger Jr., Maureen Dowd, Steven Weisman, and Elisabeth Bumiller, Rice was reportedly overheard saying, “As I was telling my husb—” and then stopping herself abruptly, before saying, “As I was telling President Bush.”


Anyway, this blurb has rocketed around the blogosphere, even showing up as a gossip item in the Houston Chronicle and the New York Post. Unfortunately, there are enough fucktards on this planet who have decided that Condoleezza Rice is "out of the mainstream" of the Black Community to conclude that Bush and Rice are doing the Nasty.
They have done so precisely because they disagree with Rice politically, not because they have any evidence that Rice is granting Bush her sexual favors. That's a crock, peddled by people who know the two as cardboard cutout characters, nothing more.

This week's chief offender is from the Culturekitchen blog, who takes a slip of Condi's tongue and turns it into an exegesis on Condoleezza Rice, Sally Hemmings for the Latter Days:
Condolezza Rice and George Bush are a more than a political partnership; they are a couple --and a good looking couple at that. Yes, I have said it. The President's wife is the most powerful negresse in the Unites States because, well, she is boinking the president. Not that she is not an intelligent woman who could not easily serve other presidents. She obviously has the credentials, expertise and know-how. Still, you have to wonder how can a woman, and a black woman at that, can get so far up in the ranks of one of the most despicably imperialist, racist and misogynist administrations since the Teddy Roosevelt years.


The most powerful negresse in America gets her hand slobbered on by an on-the-take French beureaucrat...


And I always thought Teddy Roosevelt was a standup guy!

Now aside from the usual Major Assumptions that drive Left Thinking into a ditch, there's one thing that sticks in my craw. Aside from the presence of Laura Bush, who might object to a Spike Lee movie being played out in her Prarie Chapel dream home, the article softpeddles the capabilities of Dr. Rice, and caters to every black woman's nightmare of sexual exploitation by powerful white men. And so, like bad heavy characters from an Ayn Rand novel, the Ellsworth Toohey's of the Black Community believe in the following nonsense:

To wit, it is impossible for a black female such as Dr. Rice to succeed on her own merits in a racist, mysoginistic administration such as the Bush Cheney Oil Mafia. So, there has to be another reason why she has risen so far: She's boinking the President. Q.E.D.

This is what pisses me off about lefties and liberals. Rice and the Bush family have been very close, going back to the Elder Days of Bush I (the First Age, before the War of the Ring...). Rice and Bush share a common religious conviction and a shared view of the world. Occam's Razor suggests that the simplest explanation is the best; her pursuit and advocacy of policies she agrees with happen to coincide with her personal affinity for the Bushes as a family. How and ever, that's too simple for the Sally Hemmings crowd: no black woman, no normal black woman, would ever consent to being the willing tool of George W. Bush and his rapacious oil goons.

So, she must have given something up to get power. Naturally, because black leftists just don't like a female black conservative, they assume she gave up her virtue to the Two-timer from Midland. Unfortunately, I suspect that the peddlers of this racist, self-loathing dogma speak for far more black Americans than one would expect. What's more, it speaks to a belief that black women cannot rise on their own merits.

One can imagine Ellsworth Toohey's paid mob rampaging through the streets in ignorant protest of avant-guard building styles to have greater intellectual merit than this porridge.

Thankfully, the life and service of Dr. Condoleezza Rice put the lie to this billingsgate. I strongly suspect that the higher she rises, the more hysterical her enemies on the Black Left will become.


Is it just me... 


...or does nobody care what John Kerry thinks?

For a challenger to have any hope of unseating an incumbent, he must dominate the news and frame the debate. John Kerry is doing neither. Now I'm not saying that he's not capable of doing this thing. After all, he dominated the media and the debate back in January and February. But that was not the point at which he needed to run the table.

But in late March and through April, George W. Bush has seen a resurgence in both authority and electability. Swing voters are comparison shopping right now, and Bush's plain-spoken manner is what is needed right now, especially with the battle for Fallujah as a backdrop. Contrast this with John Kerry's latest incarnation.

The Massachussetts Democrat has labled himself an "Entrepreneurial Democrat". This is supposed to get him the votes of the "Office Park Dads", I suppose. Well, it wasn't long before some smart Bushie on FreeRepublic.com called Kerry up on his offer, claiming that Kerry had never started a business, never met a payroll, and had sucked off the government teat all his life.

The "Entrepreneurial Democrat"? Nobody cares. You can see the jacked-up influence of the Focus Group a mile away as a candidate desperately tries to find his relevance once more. In an era when men such as the late Pat Tillman Walk the Walk, John Kerry can only Talk the Talk.

"Entrepreneurial Democrat", indeed!


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