Read it, but have a good stiff drink by your side.
And lock up all sharp objects. Because if you’re not already profoundly depressed, his essay will depress you.
I can’t quarrel with what he writes; it’s what I would write if I were more gifted. Here are some excerpts:
There’s nothing in place available to stop al-Qaeda. The forces that might have are locked up in the Southwest Asia, sustained at the mercy of Russia and Pakistan. Obama has been faked out; the AQ have gone around him for a layup to the basket. He may lose Iraq and its border with Syria before the year ends. Afghanistan’s fall will follow almost immediately thereafter, behind the last American troops, whose safe exit from the landlocked country is now by no means guaranteed. The Russians lost more than 500 men going out in 1989 — and they only had to cross a land border a short distance away.
The only way things could be worse is for US troops in Afghanistan find themselves trapped, denied passage by Pakistan or Russia. Of course that could never happen because the press never considers the possibility and it considers Obama too “respected” for that to occur.
When you add in the Eastern European crisis and the growing expansion of China to the Middle Eastern collapse, it is not hard to see the obvious. Unless a miracle saves Obama, the nation will be facing a global and existential security crisis within a short time…
Obama has presided over the destruction of American influence in the Middle East, the hollowing out of the US economy, the perversion of American intelligence assets and the maltreatment of American veterans.
The shield has been thrown away, the sword has been melted down, the senses dispatched on a leave of absence.
Whether in fulfillment of some childhood psycho-drama, in the service of some bizarre obsession or in pursuit of an imbecilic strategy, Obama has basically made every bad move it is possible to make. For a long time the press covered up this perverted process out of admiration for the creases in his trousers; and so it appeared Obama was going gradually bust. Now we’re in the “all of a sudden” part of the curve. The check’s come back from the bank, bounced.
Just read the whole thing, if you can bear to.
And this sentence expresses something I’ve been thinking ever since hearing about what’s happening now in Mosul:
It’s like Vietnam all over again, except this time the NVA are continuing the attack all the way to New York.
Actually, I’ve thought about that ever since it’s become clear that the left and the MSM would undermine the already difficult and risky Iraq and Afghan wars, and that the American people and its leaders did not have the resolve to resist. In fact, from the moment of 9/11 on, it became increasingly clear that, despite brief periods of exception, we had neither the correct mindset nor the understanding of the implacable nature of the enemy we faced.
Obama is merely the symptom of that—but oh, what a symptom! Very few politicians on left or right would have served us—and the world—so poorly and so malevolently.
The problem of Islamic terrorism and of the entire Middle East has been a knotty and dangerous one for a long, long time, much predating Obama and Bush. But after 9/11 it became clear, up close, and personal. After that it was obvious that it would take a realistic understanding, steely resolve, and unity of purpose to fight it. These we have lacked from the start (“religion of peace”?), although it’s only gotten worse since. Obama has not just been inadequate to the task: he has sabotaged it, eliminating even the very tenuous success that he inherited from the Bush administration.
What is happening in Iraq (and by no means limited to Iraq, but that’s the focus for the moment) is, frankly, a nightmare. These are very dark times, and I see no reason why they won’t get darker. I keep thinking—as I did after 9/11—of this poem by Yeats, written around the time WWII was beginning:
THE SECOND COMING
Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all convictions, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: a waste of desert sand;
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Wind shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?