Good day all. Recently, President Trump announced that he was withdrawing our remaining troops from Syria. This caused much gnashing of teeth by both the Democrats and the Globalist NeoCons. Then Turkey went in and attacked the Kurds.
This led to a large number of people saying, “We are abandoning our friends, the Kurds!! We can’t do this!! We must deploy troops to protect them!!!” This included someone I work with. (He served, but was an MP, and never went to the Middle East) Sadly for the Globalist NeoCons and the Democrats, (Better known as the “Uniparty”), most Americans were not on board with the idea of sending in our troops yet again for no strategic reason.
Of course, the Never Trumpers, such as Mittens Romney, are accusing President Trump of abandoning our allies. You also have Lindsey Graham also saying that we need to go in and protect the Kurds. They’re also saying that ISIS will be able to rebuild and become a threat again. (Rebuild? Possibly. Become a threat? Not if President Trump has anything to say about it) If ISIS starts rebuilding, then they become targets and we can send in bombers and drones to kill them all…again.
Returning to the Kurds, Mittens Romney, showing once again that the people of Utah were suckered into voting for him, denounced President Trump, saying “We have blood on our hands.” Like most of the morons on both sides of the aisle, they are more then happy to put our troops in harms way for no good reason other then “Feelz.” (And probably profit)
Now the title of this post is “Our Gallant Allies, the Kurds (and other fairy tales)” I took that from a column written by retired LtC Tom Kratman. He was in Iraq during the first Gulf war and has extensive personal experience dealing with, (As opposed to working with), the Kurds. He doesn’t like them very much. He starts his column off with this opening:
Ah, the Kurds. How can mere words render a proper appreciation? They’re trustworthy, loyal, helpful, friendly, courteous…um…no? no, they’re not. Oh, sure, as individuals they can be fairly boon companions, but in the main and in the mass? Not so much.
LtC (Ret) Kratman then expands, significantly, on why he dislikes the Kurdish People.
My first experience of the Kurds – rather, of how the rest of the area thinks of and feels about them – was before I’d ever met my first one. This was at a majlis, in the town of Judah (or Goodah), Saudi Arabia, sometime in December or so, 1990. Citizenship is kind of an iffy and flexible concept in that part of the world, so there were folk from Saudi, from Oman, from the Emirates. There was even one Arab who insisted he was a citizen of the Gulf Cooperation Council, since he was a fully documented citizen of so many places in the GCC. I had my doubts right up until he pulled out a bilingual ID card which, indeed, did seem to list him as a citizen of the GCC. One of the attendees had brought with him a book detailing the results of the chemical attack on the Kurdish town of Halabja by the army and air force of Saddam Hussein.
It was really heartbreaking, all those picture of gassed, dead, discolored, and decomposing Kurdish kids, who are, in fact, every bit as cute as the papers and television made them out to be. At least when they’re not dead they are. My team sergeant, Sig, and I were duly appalled and sickened.
The Arabs, though, didn’t seem to understand. To paraphrase, “What’s the problem? Don’t you understand that these were _Kurds_ who got gassed?”
At the time, I found that attitude completely inexplicable.
LtC Kratman soon came to understand why the Arabs had no use for the Kurds.
Fast forward a few months? we’ve incited the Kurds and Shia to rise up and overthrow Saddam. They didn’t, of course, while such an uprising would have looked difficult and might have done us some good. Oh, no? instead the Shia – whose rebellion was spontaneous, anyway – waited until it looked like the Iraqi Army was crushed and such an uprising would be easy. The Kurds – who were organized – waited even longer.
Sorry, boys, but when we offer you a quid pro quo, that doesn’t translate into “free lunch.” Moreover, when we’ve already offered someone a cease-fire it’s a bit late to try to get us to start hostilities again. In short, we owed them nothing.
So, from what LtC Kratman is saying, it appears that the Kurds were all in on the rebellion after the war was over. Mr. Kratman’s opinion of the Kurds went downhill from there. He rotated back to the United States, and then was sent back over to Iraq as part of Operation Provide Comfort and was assigned to handle things in the Kurdish region. While he was waiting to move in, the Kurds decided to get the United States to fire on the Turkish troops in the area.
While we’re waiting in the camp on the Turkish side of the border, not too far from Silopi, overwatched by a Turkish police fort on a hill, some Kurds got in position to fire at the fort such that, should the fort return fire, the Turks will be shooting at us. So much for gratitude from people you’re trying to save, eh?
The Turks back then, (Before Estrogen Erdogan came to power and gutted the officer corps), was highly disciplined and very competent. They didn’t return fire. This disappointed the Kurds no doubt. Mr. Kratman continued with his experience with the Kurds as a people. In his column, he mentioned how cute Kurdish children are, among other things. Here he speaks of yet another reason he dislikes the Kurds in general.
A little digression is in order here. As mentioned previously, Kurdish kids are adorable. (The women are also quite fetching, right up until they’re worn out, usually by age twenty-four or so, from being used like mules, which is to say, beasts of burden, but who, unlike mules, can still bear young…and must.) Most people shy away from or are at least ignorant of the reason so many of those adorable kids died.
It’s simple, the Kurds starved them to death themselves. It’s a cultural imperative among them, when times get hard, to let the little girls die of starvation (first, of course), and then the little boys. Good guess, dear reader? why, no, I didn’t like that for beans. As a matter of fact, now that you ask, I’m not much for multiculturalism, in general, either.
To say that Tom Kratman is not really for multiculturalism is like saying that Dresden had a small fire in 1945. As the “Military governor” (Although we don’t use that term anymore in Politically correct America), Mr. Kratman had to lay down the law in no uncertain terms, and in many cases, that meant turning the trucks with the food and medical supplies around and cutting off the local Kurds he was forced to deal with.
That main town was the only one in which no Kurdish babies died, of the smallish number that the Kurds didn’t let starve anyway, and the only one in which there were no political or ethnic murders in that time period. Part of that was probably my own rather forthright approach to domestic harmony – “One incident, just one, and I’ll cut off your food, medical care, and other goodies, causing all your followers to desert you for other groups and leaders I haven’t proscribed!” – but part of it, too, at least for the long term maintenance of the thing, was probably the perception among themselves that the various Kurdish groups needed one safe area in which to engage in local diplomacy, and, since this one area was peaceful, well, why not?
That meant a lot of luncheons, meaning, yes, I had the chance to meet most of the bright lights of Kurdish domestic politics and self-determination of the day. I’ve long since forgotten their names, but am pretty sure I could identify most of them in a police lineup and wouldn’t, of course, mind doing so.
One in particular stands out in my mind, a rather distinguished looking middle aged barbarian who had once, over what amounts to a domestic dispute, murdered some thirty-seven Christian men, women, and children.
And then there was the day the Kurds demanded to be paid. Paid? Why, yes, we were providing free food, free medical care, free shelter, and free security, but they saw no reason not to be paid for unloading the free food and other goodies. I sent the trucks back with the food until they knuckled under.
Mr. Kratman continues with his experiences dealing with the Kurds. He has no problem whatsoever with President Trump pulling our troops out of Syria, nor with the Turks dealing with the Kurdish groups that have been shooting at them. One of the things that has not been mentioned by either the Mostly Stupid Media, (Because they are lazy and stupid), or by the Uniparty NeoCon(victs), is that the main group the Turks are going after are also Communists.
There is no reason to support them in the first place. The another reason to drop them like a hot potato is that they really aren’t all that competent as soldiers.
Thus, it might be better for the United States, before pinning too much hope and faith on the Kurds, to understand that they’re military imbeciles with an unearned and undeserved reputation, that their culture is barbaric, that their one talent seems to be propagandizing and manipulating liberal Western opinion, which is eager to be manipulated, anyway, that any kids who die usually do so because of their own neglect of those kids, that they have no sense of gratitude for any help you give them, that they treat women like donkeys, and that they place zero value on the lives of those who try to help them.
And there you have a number of reasons that President Trump is making the correct decision with regards to the Kurds. You may have individuals who are worthy people, but as a group, they suck. The imbeciles in Congress, led by the noted Never Trump RINO Mittens Romney, may serve America better by actually thinking like Americans. We put our needs first. As for the rest of the world, you are either with us or against us. It’s time to stop being “Team America, World Police” and start being America, We would prefer to be friends, but if you mess with us, we will kill you, your family and your dog too.
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