Democratic and Republican Elites Are Using Trump to Whitewash 16 Years of Foreign-Policy Disasters
More specifically, the policies of the Bush White House, beginning with the wars in Afghanistan and Iraq, and then the ostensibly corrective policies of the Obama administration, which culminated in the Iran Deal and the ongoing slaughter in Syria, have sucked nearly the entire American foreign-policy elite into a black hole of denial of their own shared responsibility for a self-evident geopolitical disaster that began in the destruction of the Middle East, but is unlikely to end there. That’s why both parties are in agreement on one thing: shift the blame. It’s not on us, Republicans or Democrats. Trump is the problem we can all agree on. Let’s wipe the slate clean and agree that history started in January 2017—and any effort to argue otherwise and put Trump, his policies and even personality, in some sort of historical context rather than simply regard him as a freakish anomaly is “what about-ism,” or Trumpism, or worse.
No part of this stomach-turning mess can be laid at the feet of Trump—not the war in Iraq, nor Afghanistan, nor the Arab revolutions that tore apart the Middle East and led to hundreds of thousands of deaths across the region, nor the Iran nuclear deal, or the Iranian take-over of Iraq, Syria, and Lebanon. Nor, nine months ago, did it take a genius to see that the elites of both parties were responsible—and that their “expertise” had made the world more violent and dangerous, and America less safe. To solve them, Americans tapped someone who had no political experience and rejected the “expertise” of the “experts” whose smart solutions had openly failed.
USS Jimmy Carter returning home to Naval Base Kitsap-Bangor in Washington with commanding officer Commander Melvyn Smith looking on.
Flying above Smith, fluttering in the Puget Sound sea breeze, is the skull and crossbones of the Jolly Roger. On the flag is at least one unidentified symbol. The Jimmy Carter also flew the Jolly Roger in April 2017 returning from another patrol.
In Navy tradition, the flying of the flag typically signifies a successful mission of some sort. As the Washington Post points out, the practice for subs began in World War II, when Royal Navy submarines flew the flags as a means of signaling a successful mission. Legend has it the flag, traditionally considered the flag of pirates, was adopted after a British admiral in World War I compared submarine warfare to piracy.
The black flag adorned with a skull and crossed bones, often features additional signals when it’s used in this modern content. Look at this flag from HMS Seraph, a Royal Navy submarine that served in World War II. The flag was created after Operation Mincemeat, a secret mission that involved dropping a cadaver carrying top-secret plans off the Spanish coast as part of a ruse to deceive the Axis. The six daggers on the flag allegedly represent individual clandestine missions. Signalmen on the submarines were responsible for updating the flags with the latest new symbols to reflect newly completed missions.
The use of the Jolly Roger on a submarine can be traced back to the submarines of the Royal Navy, who first used the flag in 1914 during World War I. Lieutenant Commander Max Horton commanded HMS E9 and sank a German vessel in the North Sea off Heligoland. It was the Royal Navy’s first kill by a submarine. Remembering a derogatory comment from the officer in charge of the Navy who viewed submarines and their crews as nothing but “pirates” Horton ordered a Jolly Roger flag to be stitched together so that it could be flown upon return to homeport. Thus, a naval tradition was created.
The mystery continues regarding what that sub has been doing, apparently successfully.
Another possibility: the Jimmy Carter could be tapping North Korea’s fiber optic cable that links it with the outside world. A fiber-optic cable runs from Sinuiji, North Korea to Dandong, China, right where the Yalu River empties into the West Sea. During the Cold War, the United States Navy performed several cable-tapping missions against the Soviet Union in the Sea of Okhotsk during Operation Ivy Bells. While the 453-foot long Jimmy Carter is not going to sail upstream into the Yalu River a UUV could, settling down on the cable and installing a tap that could collect the country’s outgoing phone calls and Internet traffic. And those strange symbols on the submarine’s flag do sort of look like word bubbles or telephones.
Vast spaces of the Great Plains in wheat country of Montana. The annual migration of harvest crews and their combines is just getting started. A kind of rural pilgrimage. Pretty seen from the open door of a Piper Cub.
Logan Brothers – John, Harvey, and Lonie
Montana, circa 1890
Until at least 1883, Harvey made his living breaking horses on the Cross L ranch, near Rising Star, Texas. While there, he met and befriended a man named “Flat Nose” George Curry, from whom he took his new last name, Kid Curry. His brothers soon adopted the same last name. The Logan brothers were known as hard workers until they got paid. Money did not stay in their pockets for long. They all had a taste for alcohol and women. Kid Curry would often return from a train or bank robbery, get drunk and lay up with prostitutes until his share of the take was gone. After Kid Curry became famous, the prostitutes would frequently name him as the father when they became pregnant. The children were referred to as “Curry Kids”. It is believed that Kid Curry was credited with as many as eighty-five children, though the number of children he actually fathered was probably fewer than five. Descendants of the “Curry Kids” remain scattered throughout Eastland County, Texas and the surrounding areas to this day.
Monica says, “Be grateful there is more to life than politics.”
Atlas Bar, Singapore
It will take at least a generation to recover.
Everything I Needed to Know About Islam I Learned on 9/11
The great lesson of that Tuesday morning was that it wasn’t over. It wasn’t over when we understood that we wouldn’t find anyone alive in that twisted mass of metal and death. It wasn’t over when the air began to clear. It wasn’t over when the President of the United States spoke. It wasn’t over when the planes began to fly again and the TV switched from non-stop coverage of the attacks and back to its regularly scheduled programming. It wasn’t over when we were told to mourn and move on.
It still isn’t over.
After every attack, Boston, Orlando, San Bernardino, New York, Paris, Manchester, London, Barcelona, we are encouraged to mourn and move on. Bury the bodies, shed a tear and forget about it.
Terrible things happen. And we have to learn to accept them.
But Tuesday morning was not a random catastrophe. It did not go away because we went back to shopping. It did not go away with Hope and Change. Appeasing and forgetting only made it stronger.
Everything I needed to know about Islam, I learned on September 11. The details of the theology came later. I couldn’t quote the Koran while the sirens were wailing. But I learned the essential truth.
And so did you.