I’ll tell you what I would do if I was the President of Georgia right now. I would make Russia pay as dearly as possible for this victory. Right away, this very minute while Georgia still has an air force, I would muster every combat aircraft and ballistic missile and order attacks on Russian soil. Moscow is probably too far to hit, but I would identify the most important strategic Russian asset within bombing range and launch an offensive to reduce it to rubble. Forget playing this defensive game that Russia is forcing. Go on a hard offensive with everything left.
A very American response. The Georgian Republic deserves a lot more than the platitudes it is currently receiving — here is a nation that is begging to be a part of the West: EU membership, NATO membership, 2,000 soldiers supporting our mission in Iraq, and a strong ally in the War on Terrorism.
How is that professed friendship and alliance being repaid?
If I were a Georgian, this would be a defense-in-depth followed by the most aggressive anti-personnel campaign I could reasonably muster. This is not a nation that should be easily conquered. Most of the topography lends well to regions where the Russian Army’s performance has been catastrophically poor: Chechnya, Afghanistan, and Dagestan.
It isn’t just Georgia that is at stake, nor is it even the Caucascus region. American prestige and reliability is at stake. If we cannot help our friends, why wouldn’t the Georgian people find it easier to live under Russian totaltarianism, rather that as the focus of it’s imperial rage?
You hear more Democrats railing for action in Georgia than Republicans at this point, and not for the sole point of illustrating how America is currently involved in two wars some still feel as unnecessary.
The way the United States used to combat totalitarianism was simple: funnel as many guns and ammo to those fighting on the front lines. It takes a version of realpolitik many leftists are uncomfortable with, but such support for West Germany, Taiwan, South Korea, Afghanistan, Israel and elsewhere was often the best insurance against the spread of totaltarianism.
Perhaps the scales are falling off. It’s still a dark world after all, and just maybe American exceptionalism is something to appreciate rather than assume will endure.
Hard hitting pro-life blogger in Virginia with the creative pseudonym of Protect Life Va — and this one pulls no
punches.
What would you call a “fetus born alive”?
Mary Rose Rybak over at First Things discusses the linguistic gymnastics at play in the progressive left over abortion
:
Fetuses born alive. Now that’s creative. What anyone else would call live, born, breathing human beings, the Times here calls “fetuses born alive,” putting Obama’s truly radical position on abortion in a softer light. It remains to be seen whether that convinces Catholic voters this November, but my guess is it will take more than symbols and nice talk.
The post is thought-provoking, going over Bob Casey Jr.’s announced speech mere possibility of speaking at the Democratic National Convention as little more than a bone thrown towards pro-life Catholic Democrats (which it is).
Catholics will long remember Casey Sr.’s rejection from the Democratic Party as a rejection of their pro-life principles. When the Democratic Party returns to common sense, perhaps more Catholics will feel comfortable being a Democrat, without checking their faith at the convention door.
Corrupt Mexican army units crossing into the United States
and holding your U.S. Border Patrol agents hostage?
Blow ’em to hell. Create a major international incident. Wash, rinse and repeat — and let it be known that if you violate American soveriegnity, harm an American citizen, or terrorize our nation that you will die.
This isn’t difficult, is it?
This has to be the most heartwrenching story I have read in awhile:
Everyone knew a woman lived in the house with her boyfriend and two adult sons. But they had never seen a child there, had never noticed anyone playing in the overgrown yard.
The girl looked young, 5 or 6, and thin. Too thin. Her cheeks seemed sunken; her eyes were lost.
The child stared into the square of sunlight, then slipped away.
Months went by. The face never reappeared.
Just before noon on July 13, 2005, a Plant City police car pulled up outside that shattered window. Two officers went into the house — and one stumbled back out.
Clutching his stomach, the rookie retched in the weeds.
There’s a good ending to this, or at least a better ending than the beginning. Still, the story of how incidents such as these occur is unbearably sad.
It’s not everyday that I link to TPM, but this is a prime example of why you are not anonymous online
.
Especially FaceBook.
Where you post stupid things.
Online.
For everyone to see.
I’ll lean on the good folks at Scott’s Morning Brew for advice on this one.
Still, supercharged coffee? How could you go wrong?
Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn passes away at age 89.
Too bad more people don’t read his work.
The same Howling Latina that cried for Saddam Hussein is now formally being excised from the Virginia Democratic leftosphere for the unpardonable sin of refusing to support Barack Obama.
Heck — perhaps she’s joined the other 50+% of America who knows that the junior Senator from Illinois isn’t ready to lead?