pafret Loc: Northeast

"What Will We Talk About Today, You and I?" Part 1 of 2
This is the perspective from the other side -- something to consider seriously.

A Comment: This article contains the vile "N" word, expressed repeatedly by the articles author. In their book "Cobra II," Michael R. Gordon and Gen. Bernard E. Trainor offer this ugly comment from a senior officer of the US Army's 4th Infantry Division: "The only thing these sand n****rs understand is force and I'm about to introduce them to it." While not admitted publicly, that term is widely used within the American military, along with "r*****ds", "jihadis" and other derogatory terms. Try to understand this article from the author's perspective, living under American occupation, and with the horrors of a Shiite-Sunni civil war raging around him. This is what we have done, and are still doing, to our disgrace, all of us. – CP

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"What Will We Talk About Today, You and I?"
By Mohammed Ibn Laith

"When I heard the bomb explode last Saturday the first thing I did was telephone my father. But there was no reply. Again and again and again I tried to phone him. My fingers hurt I stabbed them onto the buttons on my phone so hard. I fell onto the floor and prayed please let him not be dead. Please let it be that he died quick if he is dead. And my heart was sick inside me.

What will we talk about today, you and I? I do not want to talk about last Saturday. Shall we talk about peace? I would like to talk about peace. I love the word. No, perhaps we are not ready to talk of peace yet you and I, we are not at peace, we are not even at truce.

My father is one of the organizers for the men who protect the people in our neighborhood who have fled here from the death squads. When they go to get food we go to the market with them, my father, my brother, myself, some of the men in our neighborhood. They do the same for us. Does “peace” mean that your aunt does not weep as she talks of how the young couples she serves ask her after the X-Ray? "Well is it a child or is it a monster?" And how she curses the Americans who littered our land with Uranium munitions and then denied us the cancer drugs. Because we needed to be, contained.

We sand n****rs who had been abandoned to the tyrant you had supported for years needed to be, contained. And though it was hard for you, though compassion swelled in your noble and peaceful heart we sand n****rs needed to be, contained. For my own good I needed to be, contained. The new world order and the peace dividend required that the sand n****rs be contained, and you assured the world, that I was indeed, contained, you told me that though it was hard for you: "We think the price is worth it."

Shall we talk about peace, you and I? I would like to talk about peace. I love the word. No, perhaps we are not ready to talk of peace yet you and I, we are not at peace, we are not even at truce.

Will we talk about how the Americans urged our people to rise against the tyrant? Will we talk about that you and I? Will we talk about what happened to the men who believed the American lies and rose?

What shall we talk about, you and I? Will we talk about how the Americans urged our people to rise against the tyrant? Will we talk about that you and I? Will we talk about what happened to families of the men who believed the American lies and rose? There is one who helps me with my English who does not know where his wife and young children are buried. He does not even know if they were buried. But he knows that they were k**led, and he knows how they were k**led, and that they died screaming, the Mukhbarat saw to it that he was told. You were quick enough to sell to the Mukhbarat, but you would not sell the chemotherapy drugs to save our children’s lives.

You were quick to hold up a small bottle for the cameras of the world lying as you swore that it was full of death. Spewing your predatory American lies to the world of how you must use force to make sure that the sand n****rs continued to be contained.

Shall we talk about peace, you and I? I would like to talk about peace. I love the word. No, perhaps we are not ready to talk of peace yet you and I, we are not at peace, we are not even at truce.

After the war you said, adding one monstrous lie to another, a new Iraq would be born. A peaceful child of the west aping your ways and repaying you with control of its oil, of its soil, and of its soul. The operation would be brief, the birth pangs almost painless.

"We think the price is worth it."

"The only thing these sand n****rs understand is force and I’m about to introduce them to it."

"Birthpangs of a new Middle East."

"Well is it a child or is it a monster?"

Shall we talk about monsters, you and I? No perhaps we should not talk of monsters. People do not talk to monsters. Perhaps instead we should talk of peace. I would like that. “Peace” I love the word. Can you tell me what it means? No, perhaps we are not ready to talk of peace yet you and I, we are not at peace, we are not even at truce.

Does “peace” mean not quickly putting on my shoes and jacket picking up the necessary things when you hear a bomb and running to Abu Hussein’s house? Running sweating and praying. Pounding on Abu Hussein’s door: Bomb! Bomb! Bomb! Running with Abu Hussein and his sons stumbling as I run towards the smoke. Knowing where to run to automatically. Knowing that today it was my fathers turn to go with the others to the market. How will I tell my mother that my father too is dead?

Screaming our father’s name my brother and myself. Pushing screaming fleeing bloodied people out of the way as we run to where the bomb went off. Doing as our trainers have shown us. Doing wh**ever it is that must be done to get there in the first few minutes.

Pushing the palm of my hand into the face of one too slow to get out of our way. Running to where the flames are, screaming my father’s name. An old man lies dead in a pool of blood and broken eggs caught in a whirlwind with fire. I ignore him.

What will we talk about today, you and I? I do not want to talk about last Saturday. Shall we talk about peace? I would like to talk about peace. I love the word. No, perhaps we are not ready to talk of peace yet you and I, we are not at peace, we are not even at truce.

Shall we talk of age and of memory and of family instead, you and I? Shall we talk of a good old man who had lived long and seen much and loved his grandchildren? Shall we talk of that you and I? Shall we talk of how on days when he was tired he would be a little confused and it was as though 50 years ago was yesterday and yesterday was yet to come. Or will we talk of the weight bearing down on your shoulder and of the brush of lips on your forehead and a smile as you rose from helping grandfather stand?

Or shall we talk of the days of age? Shall we talk of the warmth of the weight of age on your shoulder as you guide your aged progenitor as you would a child without letting him know that he is being guided? Shall we talk of guidance across the ages you and I? Or shall we instead speak of the armed foreigner who signals “hello” when he should signal “stop” and of how a confused old man who did not stop quickly enough and who could not lie down died in a whirlwind of fire unleashed by the foreigner? Shall we talk of that you and I? Or shall we talk of a daughter’s screams when she saw her son covered with her father’s blood? Or would you prefer to talk about peace?

"The only thing these sand n****rs understand is force and I’m about to introduce them to it."

Moving with my brother to a pile of rubble. Doing as our trainers have shown us. Throwing hot chunks of metal and concrete to the side. Everywhere inside there are pieces of flesh and blood and rubble. Pulling the living flesh from the rubble. Separating the living from the dead. Climbing over rubble to reach bloodied living flesh. She is so small she cannot be older than 5. The cars and the trucks and the vans begin to arrive. A man takes my bloodied burden from me and others run in to help. I run to the next shop.

Where is my brother? There is nothing to be done here. Where is my brother? The others of my team are here. Doing as our trainers have shown us. Doing the things that must be done in the first few minutes. All 5 of us are here now. We do as our trainers have shown us. Doing the things that must be done in the first few minutes. Where is my brother?

Moving round the market with my team. Taking wounded people to the waiting cars. Where are the ambulances? Where are the police? Will the Americans stop the cars and buses and vans carrying the wounded and the dying to the hospitals as they have done so often before? Where is my brother? We move from stall to stall and shop to shop. Checking for survivors. I hear my brother’s voice screaming over the noise: “Play the tape asking for men to go and give blood! Play the tape asking for men to go and give blood!” It must be that he has phoned his contact person in the radio station.

We let our eyes and our hands instruct our brain as our trainers taught us to do. Even if means abandoning them to their fate you do not do go in alone. Wait for your watcher. Many of the piles of rubble are too big. We move on. When the bulding has collapsed completely or when you see concrete floors h*****g and ready to fall you must move on. Do not risk triggering the collapse of the building until there are two teams with the proper equipment. We move on to do as our trainers have taught us to do.

It must be that my brother’s team has arrived I see him standing surrounded by people and pointing and giving orders. I look my question and he shrugs despairingly. We move on to do as our trainers have taught us to do. Others of us arrive, we organise ourselves and the people who were there and who want to help, showing them, how to clear rubble, and pull the wounded and dead people out. I and the two other experienced ones move back to the stalls. Where are the ambulances? Where are the police? Will the Americans stop the cars and buses and vans carrying the wounded and the dieing to the hospitals as they have done so often before?

What will we talk about today, you and I? I do not want to talk about last Saturday. Shall we talk about peace? I would like to talk about peace. I love the word. No, perhaps we are not ready to talk of peace yet you and I, we are not at peace, we are not even at truce.

The “police” and their American masters arrive. They “secure” the scene. Perhaps they are happy now that their work has been done for them. We cannot leave until they live as we want them live each of their tribes and nations must be separated to their own reservations and no longer know one another. It’s a stubborn baby this one but these birthpangs will take just another 6 months.

"The price is worth it."

"The only thing these sand n****rs understand is force and I’m about to introduce them to it."

Wolf counselor Loc: Heart of Texas

The title of this thread is thought provoking and it sparked my interest.

The article itself is disappointing and is a complete fail in regard to my personal observations.

But of course, who cares about my personal opinion.

What I would like to talk about today is this.

Are we ready for war ?

And when the war begins, will liberals help or hinder the effort to win ?

Will their hatred for Trump cause them to become t*****rous and compel them to help the enemy ?

pafret Loc: Northeast

I am interested in reading your personal observations. This account is a poignant exposition of the horrors inflicted during wars on the subject people. Just as the bulk of people in this country have absolutely no idea of why we are fighting these endless wars, the people in those other countries are as clueless about what they have done to merit visitation of such horrors on them. The topic is war and its effects, not Trump, Hillary, McCaine or any other knee jerk topic for rants.

Wolf counselor Loc: Heart of Texas

War is inevitable.

But I don't believe our American citizens are prepared for the horrors that will accompany what is coming to our shores.

Our enemies surround us and technology has all but eliminated the space cushions created by the oceans.

If all of our enemies decided to attack simultaneously, our country would become hell on earth.

pafret Loc: Northeast

Well if you believe in "do unto others", you have to question why we are always involved in the destruction of humanity.

War is inevitable if we permit it to be so, we have been in the proactive mode for so long that the mind set has become "War is Good". We create our own enemies.

There is no pr********n for the devastation which will ultimately be visited on us simply because we have caused every other nation on earth the be afraid of our reckless indifference to human suffering and death.

thinksense

I have questions. Who's bomb is he referring to? Who built it? Who set it off?

I know it was not me, and I trust it was not you, So who ?

I think this is a useless thread, written by a propagandist.

pafret Loc: Northeast

This was a two part article and very few bothered to read the whole thing, which I believe, was necessary to evaluate the full impact. Your questions about the bomb are troubling, to my knowledge no Nuclear weapon has been used in the Middle East yet the author makes a great issue of radiation damage to unborn children and denial of chemotherapy drugs and implies that this has occurred many times. There is also mention of the possibility of additional unexploded bombs in the wreckage which would not be the case in an Atomic explosion. Even a tactical Nuke would vaporize anything in the blast zone. In part 2 he identifies the blast crater as being fifteen feet in diameter by six feet deep, which is small potatoes for any bomb, much less a Nuclear one. Even though the author claims Iraq as the scene it seems from the political description and the city bombing to be more appropriately, Syria

The article, written as a cri de coeur, is valuable in giving insight, to the thinking, of those people, subject to our interventions. We are seen as evil overlords whose domestic lackeys inflict all manner of barbarities on their fellows to curry favor. We are the source of the bombs and the deniers of aid. Whether this is true or not is relevant only to us, this hatred is endemic throughout the Middle East and the distortions, if not lies listed here are, as you indicate, effective propaganda. None the less, it cannot be denied the the entire region is one vast area of destruction -- destroyed with American supplied munitions.

The racial slur, "sand n****r", which is in wide-spread use in our culture, denigrates both our African descendant citizens as well as the Arabic people it is used to describe. We always seek to trivialize our enemies in this manner , Japs, Nips, Gooks, Slopes, Dinks, Krauts, Limeys -- the list goes on and on, endlessly. This jingoism is part and parcel of the war mentality that permeates our society. The effective repetition of this term evokes sympathy for it's victims and heaps contumely on the Americans, whose highest echelons use this language routinely.

Wh**ever you think of this article, it should give you something to reflect on. Are we the murdering war mongers described? The scenes described are horrifying and evoke great sympathy. The writer is extremely sk**led or he has experienced such carnage first hand. The question for us to ponder is whether we were justified in supporting either faction in such battles; even if this instance is fictional, its poignancy is undeniable.

thinksense

The references to radiation are not relating to an actual atomic explosion, but rather to the use of depleted uranium bullets. The reason for using depleted uranium ammunition is that the bullet is much heavier and will penetrate thick block walls, of which there are many in the Middle East. Contrary to the nonsense written by the shill who wrote this garbage, the people who are most likely to be injured by this low radiation material are our troops who spend each day in close proximity to this amo. Often carrying it in their hands or slung over their shoulder.

And yes, when you are psyching yourself up to go into harms way, you will think of your enemy as a “Gook”, “Sand N****r” etc. This is normal behavior for both sides of the conflict.

I view these articles as propaganda, pure and simple. It is tear jerking bulls**t. And unless you want to lose or die, you will ignore it.

thinksense

Incidentally, the word N****r derived from the German Neger, which means Negro. It was never ment to be derogatory. Jist Americanized.

BTW, Arnold Schwartzeneger t***slates as Arnold Blacknegro. Schwartz being german for black, and neger......

pafret Loc: Northeast

You are correct about the depleted uranium rounds; they were not carried by foot soldiers, most of them were fired from A-10's Gatling Guns and were intended for anti-tank rounds. Unfortunately, they were used against tankers, trucks and soft targets including troops. There was a major stink in Iraq about cancer and bitrth defects being caused by these rounds which were also used in Syria to take out tankers. The remnants will, like the unexploded ordinance all over Southeast Asia, continue to destroy lives for millenia.

Like all effective propaganda there is a grain of t***h in this article. Even though this is propaganda it should give a reasonable man something to think about. This isn't a do or die situation, most of the Middle East conf**gration has been contrived and we must seriously consider the morality of our actions. I am no longer content to trust that Washington, the Pentagon and the Military-industrial complex know best what must be done. All of these have been proven to be lying, self-serving villains, repeatedly. I no longer buy the bull s*** that our security depends on these endless wars.

thinksense

Pafret, You have said a mouthful. Finally I see someone writing sensible stuff.

Thank you,

thinksense

Now the question is, "Is there anything we can do about it?"

Recognize that our country has been invaded, our governments, Federal State and Local destroyed in a long slow c**p and replaced by foreign enemies.

They control all the information we are given, which luck**ly many of us realize is f**e and makebelieve, to keep us looking in the wrong direction, keeping us separated and confusing us so that a bloody revolution which would be necessary to get out of this trap, would be very hard to start and would have very little chance of succeeding.

Even a stupid little internet operation like the one we are on is probably being used to identify those who must be arrested and liquidated in the final push. Much of what you read here is certainly being put out by enemy shills to test our level of loyalty and obedience to the existing regime.

At my age it doesn't matter if I die a natural death, or am shot in a liquidation process. But what about you? Maybe you shouldn't be writing here???

pafret Loc: Northeast

I am 80 years old and about seven years past my expiration date. My existence, such as it is, depends totally on medications for a plethora of ailments. Each time I wake up it is a surprise because I go to bed wondering if this is the night for the "big one". Speaking the plain obvious t***h is not going to cause me any problems no matter what spook agency is reading my material. I have had nothing but contempt for spies most of my life and this is as it should be, for people whose stock in trade is betrayal of trust. Most politicians are practiced, inveterate liars -- some, like the Clinton's, are overwhelmingly convinced that everyone else is a fool so they tell ridiculously simple to debunk lies. All politicians are Psychopaths.

thinksense

Sorry to read about your physical infirmities. I will miss you on OPP if your body quits.

I am 83, have some evidence of problems too, but although recommended some medications by my friend and patient, I only take one med, at lowest dossage, and only about 1/2 the recommended time. I was supposed to be expired in 201O and was given 2 weeks to live. I've lost a lot of strength, and went from 206 to 170 in those 2 weeks, but here I am.

BTW, The recent publicity of the golfer who was arrested for DUI, reminds me that in most states, if you are taking any medicine, even aspirin, you could be arrested if the drug can be shown to affect your driving ability. One of my pts. was hit as she pulled out of my parking area a few years ago. The other driver's insurance tried to put the blame on my patient, but I had talked to that lady and asked if she was taking a medication. She was taking a Blood Pressure med. Her insurance had to pay. "Any drug".