It's Official now! Urban Warfare!

by Hamid Daie

This last week's awful events in Iraq and Israel should concern everyone across the globe. The false promise of peace thru the use of military might has officially turned into the true horror of urban warfare. A bombed UN Building this moment, a blown-up bus the next, rocket attacks onto the city streets of Gaza on a final moment, the desolate and bloodied streets of Baghdad and Tikrit. All textbook examples of Urban Warfare, all acts meant to crush the opposition, all acts of terror. In each case, the terrorist believes himself or herself to be holier than thou and righteous. Naove or dogmatic men and women, wearing different uniforms, carrying different weapons and speaking in different languages, bludgeon each other in a ritualistic dance of death, their commanders instructing them to liberate Palestine or to free the people of Iraq or to defend the State of Israel. Meanwhile, the stability of the entire region, if not the globe, erodes further as Iraq's neighboring countries are quickly militarizing, expecting the worst from the Allied war machine. Do you blame them?

A quick search of Internet reveals that some 30,000 plus people have been slaughtered in Afghanistan and Iraq since 9/11. The people of Baghdad, already humiliated by the prospect of occupation, struggle daily without basic services, jobs, or hope for their future. On a typical day, a resident of Baghdad is caught in a crossfire, sees grenades go off, has the fortune to run into a maimed body with missing organs or arms, or feels a stray bullet rip thru the flesh.

Good living in Iraq, isn't it? Urban Warfare? Isn't it?

One would think that the dreadful WTC tragedy has been avenged ten fold over. Apparently not! Perhaps, we should starve all the Iraqi's to death to avenge 9/11, kill all their sons and daughters, and erase their genetic fingerprints off of the face of the planet? Urban warfare would do that for us, and would do it insidiously! Wouldn't it? It doesn't hurt that we have dumped a few depleted uranium shells here and there either.

Of course, our Nintendo Pilot leaders commandeer events from the safety of their bunkers, while our soldiers sweat and bleed to death in the miserable heat of Baghdad Streets. In addition, the Accidental President is too busy cheerleading, something that he knows quite a bit about from his Yale days, the Al Queda death squads. "Bring em' on!" Says the surreal President. I suppose that he is trying to do the best he can do; however, his mind can never catch up with his over-sized, 64 oz., Texan ego. That ego of his and the leadership of his advisors have landed us in a classic case of Urban Warfare, and there is no way out now. And, there is no denying it anymore.

~ Hamid Daie can be reached at hdaie@yahoo.com