War is an ugly thing but not the ugliest of things. The decayed and degraded state of moral and patriotic feeling which thinks that nothing is worth war is much worse. The person who has nothing for which they are willing to fight, nothing which is more important than their own personal safety is a miserable creature and has no chance of being free unless made and kept so by the exertions of better men than themselves.
– John Stuart Mill
Just what the hell is wrong with some people? We live in an allegedly enlightened and educated society but nonetheless, some people still insist on making the most assinine assumptions possible. And among the worst are the bunch that try to make “apples and oranges” comparisons in order to justify their gutless stances, especially the avoid-war-at-any-cost crowd. The one that seems to be making the rounds the most lately (in my neck of the woods, at least) is the old “kicked over a bees’ nest” analogy. We’ve “kicked over a bees’ nest” in Iraq (Americans). We’ve “kicked over a bees’ nest” in Afghanistan (Canucks). We’ve “kicked over a bees’ nest” with Iran/DPRK/Danish cartoons. We’ve kicked over a bees’ nest, we’ve kicked over a bees’ nest, we’ve kicked over a bees’ nest, we’ve kicked over a bees’ nest, we’ve kicked over a bees’ nest, we’ve kicked over a bees’ nest… Every damned time I turn around, it seems like some lummox is punting some poor, innocent entomological commune and it’s (you guessed it) gettin’ on my nerves.
Where the hell did this come from all of a sudden, you ask? Well, it all started over my cup o’ joe this morning when I cracked my daily Freeps (why the hell do I keep doing that?). I have a habit of turning to the opinion pages first (yeah, yeah, BIG surprise, I know) and as I did so today, lo and behold, there was this asshattery:
Lessons of bee attack apply to Afghanistan
When I was a kid, I knocked down a bee’s nest with a stick, unaware that bees will defend their nest with unequalled ferocity.
After knocking down their nest, I was immediately attacked by a swarm of bees that I attempted to beat off with my cap. Despite killing some of the bees, they were relentless and undeterred by the death of many members of their colony. After suffering some stings and realizing these bees would never quit their attack, I decided to cut and run rather than die from bee stings. Hence the lesson is leave their nests alone and they will leave you alone.
This lesson, which I learned as a kid, applies equally to the conflicts in Iraq and Afghanistan. If we invade their territory, they will defend it with equal ferocity to those bees.
Therefore, we have the choice of staying and being stung to death or to cut and run and save a lot of lives.
Just leave these folks alone and they will leave us alone.
Robert W. Stewart
London
If anybody’s wondering what the low-level seismic activity near Perth is, no, the Scots haven’t tested a nuke. It’s this guy’s namesake spinning in his grave. Where the hell do I start dismantling this little ramshackle sanctimony shack? Well, I guess the beginning is always a good place to start.
When I was a kid, I never knocked down a bees’ nest, but I did carelessly end up stumbling over a nest of ground wasps once; a big one, too. Nasty buggers, those things are, and unlike bees, they can sting more than once (seems they lack the bees’ bothersome barbed bum). And yes, like little Bobby above, I made like a chicken and got the cluck outta Dodge. I ran home doing the usual 6-year old tears & ouchie thing, covered in stings and looking like a cross between… well, I don’t know really. But it was pretty ugly.
Oh, those mighty wasps! Sure showed the world who was in charge of that little patch of ground, didn’t they? Just one little problem with that line of thinking: As Mom was distracting me with fudge and dabbing vinegar on my collection of stings, Dad strolled out, tossed a bucket of gas on the nest, and you can pretty much guess what happened next. Thus came about the fall of the First Wasp Caliphate. Now, what I’d like to ask little Bobby, if I ever met him, is this: Sure, those wasps came out bold as brass but what do you think they would have done if, in their little bug brains, they had actually comprehended what they were getting themselves in for? Do you think they would have still swarmed out or do you think they would have stayed snug in their nest, praying to their little bug gods that that damn bumbling skyscraper that just kicked them square in the house would just keep on going to wherever the bughell it was headed in the first place?
Now, before anybody drops a log in their levis and starts whooping that I’m advocating nuking the world: I’m not (although, as Michael Coren pointed out recently, the idea of a controlled strike against Iran is not without merit). I grew up in the time when NATO and the Warsaw Pact had each other in their crosshairs and the thought of nuclear war, quite frankly, still scares the living shit out of me to this day. Must be because I’m sane. My point is that we, the West in general, have a bucket of gas. It’s just that the little Islamofascist wasps don’t believe that we’ll use it, so it’s not a deterrent at all, is it? Carrying a big stick means nothing if nobody thinks they’re going to get hit with it. Either way, nukes are dreadful things so we must deter by other means while it’s still plausable. If we get backed up against the wall, however…
Bobby says that his childhood lesson applies equally to the adult realities of Iraq and Afghanistan. Um, Bobby? Bees don’t fly planes into buildings, blow themselves up in marketplaces and nightclubs, behead hostages, etc, do they? I rather think that my lesson applies more: Terrorists, like those wasps, will do what they think they can get away with. The time may come when the most reasonable course is, in fact, to persue what James Wolfe called “a deterring and dreadful vengence.”
Bobby finishes off with the old “leave these folks alone and they will leave us alone” canard. Well, guess what? No, they are not going to just leave us alone. They will not stop until they have reached their global caliphate and reduced every non-Muslim on the planet to dhimmitude. No, this isn’t bigotry talking; I didn’t come up with this on my own, this is what they say themselves! They say it in their speeches, in their indoctrinational ceremonies, in their little Al-Jazeera press releases, and every other damn place that they get the chance to spout off from the safety of the midst of a compliant, if not complicit, population. The difference is that I take them at their word and Bobby doesn’t. These bozos aren’t going to mind their own business any more than Hitler was going to mind his.
Bobby and I do agree on one thing, though: don’t bug bees and the bees won’t bug you. That’s bees, Bobby; bees.