And civilian military contractors number somewhere above 200,000.
Let's see what President Marketing has to say:
BARACK OBAMA, PRESIDENT OF THE UNITED STATES: Our overarching goal remains the same; to disrupt, dismantle, and defeat al-Qaeda in Afghanistan and Pakistan and to prevent its capacity to threaten America and our allies in the future.
Now let's see what someone from the military has to say. I nominate General James Jones:
JONES: The good news that Americans should feel at least good about in Afghanistan is that the al-Qaeda presence is very diminished. The maximum estimate is less than 100 operating in the country. No bases. No ability to launch attacks on either us or our allies.
Alrighty then, over 300,000 people waging war against 100 "terrorists."
Gee, that can't be right, can it?
Is our trillion dollar military really that fucking pathetic?
Or is there another reason for our continuing presence in Afghanistan?
I know what you're thinking...oil & empire & profits, profits & more profits.
Corporate military contractors sucking the public teat dry, more concerned about their own bottom line than about ending the war....
Football fields filled with the opium that fills 92% of the world's demand while also filling the pockets of our elite masters...
But I respectfully beg to differ.
After careful & judicious use of my penile dowsing truth wand, I think I've discovered the real reason we're in Afghanistan. It is so simple & so gosh darn American I feel that it's been overlooked.
That reason, my friends, is simple urban renewal.
If you don't believe me, just look below. First, we have an Afghan village before the U.S. military's arrival:
& here, we have the same village after the military has had it's way with her:
I'd also toss in our sudden interest in all things green & ecology friendly, since the pre-military photo shows a messy conglomeration of lumpy unattractive dwellings, while the second photo shows the same mess reduced back to good old ecologically friendly dirt.
If you doubt this, just witness the "greening" of Detroit:
Y'see? The new Detroit is much, much greener.
So, the next time you find yourself being sucked into the orbit of anti-war eco-Care Bears who have nothing better to do than whine incessantly, please point out exactly how "the liberal agenda" finds it's friendliest bedfellows in the U.S. power elite.
ON A MORE PERSONAL NOTE....
I'm touched beyond words.
Finally, I'm receiving the recognition I sorely crave. My efforts to raise the standards of blooging & bloogers everywhere has finally borne fruit.
I received this email a few weeks ago & I've been meaning to share but, quite frankly, I've been quite emotional over this. It's warmed the frigid cockles of my heart.
This is Shiela from permanenthairremover.co.uk.
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As you can see, I've not only attained "popularity," something I've craved since the day I told my entire grade school class "You all stink & your mommas stink too," but I've also managed to reach the Mecca of bloogerdom, having one's bloog turn up in a search for "Permanent Hair Remover related information."
I...I think I have an erection. I think I really should just stop reading it. It makes me want to
weep in uncontrollable gratitude or have sex with myself.
(No doubt this is the algorithmic algorithm linking hair removal to purple veined Dicks sprinkled liberally throughout bloogerdom, since everyone knows that stroking one's own erection invariably leads to hairy palms. Hairy palms being the number one factor that uncloaks the furtive & secretive self polluter, thereby creating a leading candidate for "hair removal.")
If only Ma & Pa were here to share my joy.
I know they'd be soooooooooooooooo fucking proud.
I remember Pa's last words to me, there in the hospital, as I embarked on my career as a tard wrangler.
Pa said, "You're gonna wipe ass? Retard ass? What are you, simple? C'mere boy, I've got something hard for that thick fucking head of yours. That's it...a little clo...cough...sputter...gasp..."
Pa died that day, knowing, in his heart of hearts, that retards need toilet paper just like real people do.
& he died knowing that his son, the apple of his eye, had decided to spend the best part of his future with his hand up someone else's backside.
Gosh. I really don't see how I can top this...I fear I've scaled the pinnacled heights of internet fame & glory & blown my last load upon her craggly visage...
Nowhere left to go but down I suppose.........