|The Cerberus guarded the entrance to the Underworld|
In the rush to "do something" over the ISIS/ISIL extremist acronyms running amok in the Middle East, we have apparently decided (by "we" I mean the nutters in D.C. of both parties) have followed
the President's lead and unleashed the three-headed Cerberus of classic American foreign policy: they may be SOBs but they're our SOBs, the enemy of my enemy is my friend, and dropping bombs solves everything.
I have tried to remain open to the logic of this military action, but it escapes me. Arming rebels in Syria, many of whom are as crazy as ISIS (remember the rebel leader who ate the heart out of one of Assad's soldiers in front of his soldiers?), is just folly. When ISIS is bombed back into the stone age, whom do you think they are going to turn these weapons on? There are three logical answers: Assad, escalating a war that is already a humanitarian disaster, themselves (chop off the snakes head and the body will die), or, yes, the hand that feeds (that would be us.) They may be Sons of ^%$#@es, but they're our Sons of ^%$#@es because the enemy of my enemy is my friend.
Iran Contras? Never heard of them.
School of the Americas? Never heard of it.
Kissinger and the Argentinian Dirty War? Hear no evil, see no evil.
In case that fails, we'll just bomb the buggers. But, hey, no boots on the ground because...we learned something from Iraq, though what exactly is anyone's guess because... dropping bombs with no long term plan is always effective.
Major Kong, please call your office.