It was a day just like this one. An impossibly bright sun hanging low in a brilliant azure sky. One of those days that makes you wish summer and fall would declare an armistice and leave the weather in perfect stalemate.
15 years will sneak up on even the most vigilant. It was that long ago when a world watched stupefied as two of America’s most conspicuous architectural symbols disintegrated into dust. It’s morbidly fascinating how much of the West those towers have dragged down with them.
9/11 was the bar mitzvah for neocon interventionism. Of course America has never been reticent about minding other people’s business, but in the empty expanse of GWB’s brain the neocons found their global ambitions for once wholly unimpeded.
I doubt most people, even in hindsight, would begrudge a punitive Afghan expedition in the red glow of rage after 9/11. Though with counselors’ urging, buttressed by his own naive universalism, Bush commenced the nation building he had explicitly denounced while campaigning a year earlier.
Obviously that nation building didn’t stop in Kandahar. In 2003, the US went on to invade Iraq for some reason. And after subduing that country with standard military ordnance, the pentagon proceeded to bomb the place with American dollars and blood for the next decade. Unsurprisingly the natives were able to weather this second assault far more capably than the first.
Though their new martial prowess made less impression on Washington than it did on the little people suffering for it. During Bush’s second term, popular support for the Iraq adventure began to wane dramatically–not that decision makers were much interested in hearing feedback. Every debacle was simply another reason to pour more lives and money into the foreign funnel–or else the terrorists will have won!
By the 2008 election cycle, Bush (and by extension his party) were so reviled by the electorate that Democrats could have run a bisexual muslim mullato married to a black-power wookie and still won. So they did.
In this direct line of events, Obama was–fitting to his legacy–elected by a foreign amateur pilot.
Ultimately that election has put the whole of Western civilization in mortal jeopardy. And if that was his aim in striking the tower, then Mr. Atta was a visionary pilot indeed.
In addition to metaphorically flattening America’s border defenses, Obama has bombed Afghanistan, Pakistan, Libya, Yemen, Somalia, Iraq, and Syria. All of which have responded by disgorging retaliatory migrant waves upon the West.
Prior to being deposed and executed, Libya’s Kwuedaffy predicted precisely the Africa-to-Italy freeway that would materialize in his absence. Apparently Obama and European leaders took that as more incentive than threat. Because without any apparent consideration of the consequences, Mommar was promptly no-mar.
If any American or European leaders gave a moment’s thought to his warning, they certainly didn’t allow it to dissuade them from an immediate pivot toward “regime change” in Syria. That Assad wasn’t enthused about following in the very brief footsteps of previously changed regimes only meant he was even more malign than we imagined. So the peace prize prez began reloading his pistol.
The defense industry was eagerly gearing-up to bring freedom and democracy to more Middle Eastern rubble when Putin outfoxed the senile John Kerry, thus averting more bombing sorties, though not a US proxy ground war.
The results of this customarily perpetual conflict have certainly had a symmetry with its costs: countless dollars spent on foreign wars, and countless foreign migrants to show for it. That’s an effective return on investment.
Perhaps nowhere have Obama’s actions been more effective than in Sweden. A country that vaingloriously offered permanent residence to the population of Syria. It was these first lavish signals of virtue that lit traffic lights green across the third world. Whether escaping the Syrian war in Eritrea or the Syrian war in Tajikistan, Sweden’s beautiful oblivious blondes were open for desecration. So the Syrians came…from everywhere.
And instead of the first waves being turned away, Merkel invited them in to Germany. Then she invited them in to Germany’s neighbors–as any good neighbor would do. And seeing only welcome signs, the Earth’s latrines began to empty out.
Now a man can nearly walk across the Mediterranean on the heads of bobbing Africans. Because Sweden and Merkel threw open their doors, because of a war in Syria, because of something called a “Barack Obama” in the White House, because GWB shit away his presidency in Iraq, because on a clear beautiful day, just like this one, two gleaming towers disintegrated into dust.