Fatigue

 Last night I dreamed I was chatting with the Galilean

Me: It’s these neighbors.

Him; What about them?

Me: They won’t take care of their property.

Him: So?

Me: I’ve been doing it for them for 15 years.

Him: Bless you, my son.

Me: But I want to quit.

Him: And if God cares so wonderfully for wildflowers that are here today and thrown into the fire tomorrow, he will certainly care for you. Why do you have so little faith?

Me: I don't seem to be making any progress.

Him: Are they healthy?

Me: Yes: They just don’t want to take care of things.

Him: Hmmm. If you are doing it for them, you are doing it for me.

Me: You never asked me to clean your yard.

Him: But I might come like a thief in the night.

Me: How long should I continue?

Him: You haven’t forgotten seventy times seven have you? Wasn’t I pretty clear?

Me: There is danger, venomous vipers all over the property.

Him: Fear not. I am with you. I’m on this side of the fence but still with you.

Me; But I have lost a dozen workers over the years, children of my friends.

Him: Shall I send you Saint Patrick? He rids houses of serpents in the name of God.

Me: But the serpents are their gods.

There was silence. I looked.

The Galilean was gone.

Failure As An Option

I’m hardly an expert on foreign policy. That represents a big difference between most who post on Facebook and me. Between the political experts and Constitutional scholars, social media has just about obviated the need for formal education or rational thought.

I can't help thinking, though, of the news about Afghanistan or the potential future. It’s not a pretty picture, but an inevitable one. "All things must end," as Bernie Madoff said when made off with the last dollar with which anyone trusted him.

It took us longer to fail in Afghanistan than it did the Russians. That, I admit, is "damning with faint praise."

I’m temped to say that it was an example of applying the wrong solution to the right problem which is, someone said, better than applying the right solution to the wrong problem. The bull enclosed in the ring and surrounded by thousands of screamers is not wrong to charge. It's just that the red cape isn't the right problem.

In our case, it was right to deal with the terror, cruelty, murder and instability created by unreasoning religious fever. It's just that guns were never going to accomplish the goal of peace against an army whose members were going to receive 72 virgins in Heaven upon death in battle. Oh, and lest we forget, it was an army supplied and supported by a neighboring country with its own flair for duplicity.

We held the zealots back for a long spell with sheer force. But in the long run, their god was stronger than our god. Instead of applying military power in such cases, we might have tried facts, reason, and rationale. After all, we had 20 years.

But to do that now, we’d have to set an example right here in America first. The current situation in our state doesn't suggest success though.