Of deteriorating governmental control in Afghanistan, Norman Solomon (Common Dreams, 9/8/09) says that “a stale witticism calls Afghanistan’s President Hamid Karzai ‘the mayor of Kabul.’ Now, not even.” He points to the “corrupt, inept and–with massive election fraud–now illegitimate” administration as a “notable work product” of “those who believe in making war”:
After 30 years, the results are in: a devastated city….
Meanwhile, a war-stoking mindset is replicating itself at the highest reaches of official Washington–even while polls tell us that the pro-war spin has been losing ground. For the U.S. public, dwindling support for the war in Afghanistan has reached a tipping point. But, as you’ve probably heard, the war must go on….
Visiting Kabul in late August, I met a lot of wonderful people, doing their best in the midst of grim and lethal realities. The city seemed thick with pessimism.In comparison, the mainline political discourse about Afghanistan in the United States is blithe. A familiar duet has the news media and the White House asking the perennial question: “Can the war be won?”
The administration insists that the answer is yes. The press is mixed. But theyâ┚¬Ã¢”ž¢re both asking the wrong question.
According to Solomon, a question “more relevant, by far,” though unlikely to come from corporate media, “would be to ask: Should the U.S. government keep destroying Afghanistan in order to ‘save’ it?” See FAIR’s Action Alert: “Where Is the Afghanistan Debate?: When Public Support Slips, TV Packs in War Boosters” (8/25/09).




At the rising of the sun and at its evening departure
May we feel remorse for the sins of man.
At the blowing of the cold wind that brings the beauty of winter
May we feel remorse for man’s inhumanity to his fellow man.
At the birth of Spring and a new wondrous life cycle
May we feel remorse for the horrors of our devastating destruction.
At the end of a long warm day of summer
May we feel remorse for our long, continuing-failure to realize goodness.
At the rustling of the leaves and with the beauty of fall
May we feel remorse for the deaths and pain of the innocents.
As long as we live
May we feel remorse for what we have failed to do and become.