Frenemies

An interesting thing about the "War on Terrorism" is how we've been led to believe that Al Queda et al are a collection of super-human X-men; we're told that maximum security prisons in the US will not contain them since their training on the monkeybars means they can scale barb-wire and make M-16s out of dirt clods and sporks. We can't try KSM in New York City since at any moment he will turn into the car from Knight Rider, loaded with lasers that will extinguish all of us while he bangs out the Nashville Pussycats.

And yet even after after all these years we're still told that we need to "train" the Iraqi and Afghan armies. We're led to believe they just don't seem to have gotten the hang of defending themselves just yet; these people apparently can't walk in a straight line and chew gum without it turning into the I Love Lucy episode where the girls are working at that chocolate factory. There is a disparity to all this that is a tad unsettling in it's utter fucking nonsense. But hey, as I once said: keep your friends close and your enemies closer, and your frenemies tanked up on Sunny D.