The Fighting Hellmice of the 101st Keyboarders have a new dreamboat to fantasize about:
Some of us first met “Jack” in 2001, when the Taliban had retreated from Kabul, victorious Northern Alliance fighters were parading in the streets, and US and British forces were pouring into Bagram airbase. A dapper man in a black T-shirt and combat trousers, a Glock pistol strapped in his shoulder holster, Idema gave a graphic account of his supposed experiences as a former US army Green Beret who had trained with the SAS and, as an adviser to the Tajik and Uzbek militias, had helped plan the operation to take the Afghan capital.
The meeting took place at the Mustafa Hotel, then being built in the city centre. It was another example of the seemingly endless carpetbagging opportunities then on offer. The owners were, and continue to be, a family of Afghan expatriates from New Jersey, the hotel named after one of three brothers. Sipping whiskey, then retailing at $140 a bottle at the Chelsi supermarket off Chicken Street, Idema offered to organise a convoy to Tora Bora, where the Taliban and al-Qa’ida were making what was thought to be their last stand and where, the Americans were confident, Osama bin Laden was trapped.
After making a few checks with the British military, some of us decided to decline his offer. Those who went were robbed at gunpoint a quarter of the way through the journey by their “guards” and made their way, bedraggled, back to Kabul. Jack professed to be outraged. He would take the matter up immediately with his “good friends” General Quononi, the new Defence Minister, and Abdul Rashid Dostum, the warlord, and the bandits would be summarily executed.
After that Idema would regularly turn up at the Intercontinental Hotel, where most of the foreign journalists were staying, attempting to sell videos and photographs purporting to show Taliban and al-Qa’ida terrorists training for assassinations and rehearsing gas attacks using dogs.
Some of these were bought for large sums of money, and one tape was shown on American network TV. However, Idema later declared he was going to sue over alleged breach of contract, and also threatened to “punch out” Geraldo Rivera and a Fox TV presenter in a dispute over the recordings.
This is the real story of the GWOT and it would be funny if it weren’t so embarrassing. But what do we expect? We have a president who evokes Wyatt Earp dimestore novel dialog and we have a bunch of washed up losers hanging around the Mustafa hotel pretending to be glamour boys in a cheap airport thriller.
This war calls for Joseph Heller and Graham Greene and all we’ve got is Louis L’Amour and Frederick Forsythe.
And lets not forget Doug Upland, who reader James Woodyat reminds me is the “writer” who posts fun wingnut fantasies at Free Republic.
Just yesterday he wrote this one, which I’m sure gave the Fighting Hellmice extreme discomfort in their groin areas when they read it:
The target date was Thursday, September 2. On primetime television, the President would accept his nomination as the party standard bearer. They would prove that, no matter how good the security, they could hit where they want and when they want.
In June, 2004 they had made a dry run with three of the planes in the California desert about two hours east of Los Angeles. The chips and GPS system worked perfectly. The planes were very, very fast and performed exactly as programmed.
All of the planes were put together in their rooms a week before the convention. The deadly cargo would be installed a few hours before showtime.
It was a tense four days in New York. A hundred thousand protestors were causing mischief in the streets and did considerable amount of damage to vehicles and store fronts. The usual suspects were there — Earth First, free Mumia, A.N.S.W.E.R., N.O.W., PETA, Mothers against Guns, No More Florida 2000, No Blood for Oil Coalition, Berkeley Peace and Justice Center, Legalize Hemp, Blind Women Who Want to Have Michael Moore’s Baby, and hundreds of other Democrat groups of whiners who were bused in, many at taxpayer expense.
Michael Berg was scheduled to be a featured speaker at one of the protest rallies, but he was unfortunately accidentally hit in the face by a rock thrown by one of his leftist pals that missed the police officer at whom it was thrown. Berg returned the next day, but with his jaw wired shut, his statement had to be read by Whoopi Goldberg. Whoopi blamed FreeRepublic for the rock that hit Berg. When he had his fling with her some years before, Ted Danson proved not only that white men can’t jump, but sometimes white men can’t see.
It was a stifling hot September day and, since most of the leftists don’t bathe very often, the stench in the streets was almost overwhelming.
They wanted to kill and injure as many people as possible. Their goal was for a casualty count in the thousands. To them, it didn’t matter whether they killed delegates and support staff or the leftists in the street who actually were their pals. They hoped to get high ranking officials including, of course, the President.
Since the heroic Jumpin’ Jack Idema is languishing in a Kabul jail, maybe the stateside hellmice could get together and form a perimeter around Madison Square Garden to protect the prez from the unwashed leftists and their allies al-Qaeda.
Of course, you know what the real problem with all this mayhem would be:
If al-Qaida deliberately kills leftist protesters, it would send the loony left into a conspiratorial tizzy (against Republicans, of course). Politics in this country would get VERY ugly; there would be plenty of revenge attacks by loony leftists (against Republicans, not al-Qaida). It would be very , very bad. Hopefully they aren’t smart enough for that.
Conspiratorial tizzy, indeed.