Showing posts with label team america. Show all posts
Showing posts with label team america. Show all posts

Monday, June 28, 2010

Selected quotes from an article in the news

The Rolling Stone profile of General Stanley McChrystal by Michael Hastings made all kinds of news last week. People were very upset! Eventually the General was fired or resigned or something. But I get the feeling that few if anyone who loudly bloviated on the subject actually read the piece, which in fairness is thousands of words long. While reading it I repeatedly thought "The guy got canned for this?" I thought it seemed pretty flattering, for an article in Rolling Stone Magazine about a man whose job is to organize the killing of people. It didn't even include the phrase "vampire squid." Anyway: Here are things I copied and pasted that may or may not make sense taken out of context. Oh, and read it yourself here if you want.

"'I'd rather have my ass kicked by a roomful of people than go out to this dinner,' McChrystal says.
He pauses a beat.
'Unfortunately,' he adds, "no one in this room could do it.'"

"COIN, as the theory is known, is the new gospel of the Pentagon brass, a doctrine that attempts to square the military's preference for high-tech violence with the demands of fighting protracted wars in failed states. COIN calls for sending huge numbers of ground troops to not only destroy the enemy, but to live among the civilian population and slowly rebuild, or build from scratch, another nation's government – a process that even its staunchest advocates admit requires years, if not decades, to achieve. The theory essentially rebrands the military, expanding its authority (and its funding) to encompass the diplomatic and political sides of warfare: Think the Green Berets as an armed Peace Corps."

"The general's staff is a handpicked collection of killers, spies, geniuses, patriots, political operators and outright maniacs."

"By midnight at Kitty O'Shea's, much of Team America is completely shitfaced. Two officers do an Irish jig mixed with steps from a traditional Afghan wedding dance, while McChrystal's top advisers lock arms and sing a slurred song of their own invention. "Afghanistan!" they bellow. "Afghanistan!" They call it their Afghanistan song."

"McChrystal steps away from the circle, observing his team. "All these men," he tells me. 'I'd die for them. And they'd die for me.'"

"Being a highly intelligent badass, he discovered, could take you far – especially in the political chaos that followed September 11th."

"After Cpl. Pat Tillman, the former-NFL-star-turned-Ranger, was accidentally killed by his own troops in Afghanistan in April 2004, McChrystal took an active role in creating the impression that Tillman had died at the hands of Taliban fighters."

"McChrystal has issued some of the strictest directives to avoid civilian casualties that the U.S. military has ever encountered in a war zone. It's "insurgent math," as he calls it – for every innocent person you kill, you create 10 new enemies...There's talk of creating a new medal for "courageous restraint," a buzzword that's unlikely to gain much traction in the gung-ho culture of the U.S. military."

"'I get COIN. I get all that. McChrystal comes here, explains it, it makes sense. But then he goes away on his bird, and by the time his directives get passed down to us through Big Army, they're all fucked up – either because somebody is trying to cover their ass, or because they just don't understand it themselves. But we're fucking losing this thing.'"

"Even Afghans are confused by Afghanistan"

"So far, counterinsurgency has succeeded only in creating a never-ending demand for the primary product supplied by the military: perpetual war."

Wednesday, June 23, 2010

Holy Fuck


OK that picture doesn't do the adrenaline that is still coursing through my veins and arteries justice, nearly an hour after Donovan put the U.S. through to the knockout stages with a goal in the last minutes (edit: now with a guy screaming in spanish). RIGHT AT THE DEATH! This is better (via):


Take that Algeria, you French-born bastards! Now we can look forward to a match Saturday at 2:30 p.m. against Germany or Serbia or Ghana or Australia depending on what happens this afternoon. The only thing I can guarantee at this point is that somebody's going to be tying one on that day.

One other thing that occurs to me on the comedown. There are few sporting events that can still get the butterflies stirring in the goat's old stomach like this. Professional sports just don't do it anymore, at least not since the 2008 Phils did their thing and let a generation of a city to feel what it was like for their high-paid heroes to win it all. You only have to look back at the posts from September and October of that year* to see I was into it, then. But these days it takes the World Cup, or college football involving my alma mater and 70 pass attempts in bowl games to get that head in hands/rocking in my seat heebie-jeebies going. Probably has something to do with a fan-player dichotomy that exists in pro sports and not in amateur. But who the fuck cares about that right now. America! Fuck Yeah!

*with classic phrases like "Hot 'Cooch' Carl's game-winning nubber"