Of Flowers, Chocolates, and Broken Hope

For three years, Iraqis have been throwing flowers and candy thanks to a liberation bestowed to them by the imperialistic George Bush, yesterday they decided to purchase the diamond in a pursuit of an unholy matrimony of death and carnage. The grand experiment of democratizing a nation with howitzers and Abrhams has been blown to dust, the ashes of an ancient civilization swirling in the winds of the desert.

Children often play a game of what if, taking objects apart just to see what happens. Caught up in a world of conjecture without regard to consequence and uninhibited by the sagacity of reality, they often destroy valuable items for the sheer fulfillment of their intellectual curiosity. They have no use for adults who preach the value of discernment and wisdom, and tend to blame others once the folly of their actions is revealed.

This administration has operated in much the same manner, playing a juvenile game of machismo—taunting whenever possible, dismissive in nature, and name calling at all times. The Middle East has been set afire by a pharisaic administration whose assurance in their moral righteousness was surpassed only by their disdain for alternative views. The awful reality is that there is no answer to the Iraq disaster, the Pandora ’s Box was opened by a neoconinc key, there is no way to close the lid back.

The sound bites of victory in Iraq, staying the course, stand up stand down, and the sheer depravity of waiting for the “recommendation” from the Iraq survey group is just a marketing strategy to blur the reality of failure. The circle has been drawn in the desert, the Shia and the Sunnis will slaughter each other until there is a clear loser. Funded by outside emissaries, they will be used as pawns to fight a geopolitical war. There will not be a clear victor, Iraq will become the next Lebanon, on a mind-blowing scale. In the end, Bush will transform the Middle East as he envisioned, much the same way a child transforms a vase while tossing it carelessly in the air. At least the flowers were saved, now if we only had chocolates.