Forces spare Afghan civilians:
Coalition forces in Afghanistan are being trained to avoid civilian casualties even if that means sometimes refusing to respond to direct attacks, a senior officer said.
The careful approach is part of a broad counterinsurgency program, which U.S. commanders said has begun to yield information from a fearful population about the locations of Taliban forces and improvised explosive devices.
“My guys have been shot at right through the windshield, and they thought they saw where it was coming from,” said Col. Thomas McGrath, commander of the Afghan Regional Security Integration Command-South. “But we said, ‘Hey, we don”t need to open up with heavy weapons here. We know where it came from, and we”ll come back later.’
“If we had shot the whole place up, that would play right into [the Taliban’s] hands and would be an information-operations victory for them,” he said in a recent interview.
The cautious approach, adopted in the face of widespread anger at the deaths of civilians in a number of incidents, comes as U.S. commanders increasingly see winning the trust of Afghans as critical to the war effort.
The coalition has also initiated projects to build schools and bridges and renovate hospitals, Col. McGrath said.
Job of U.S. soldiers is killing “mothers and sisters,†says David Crosby
Treat your children well, Melissa Ethridge. And if that means keeping them clear of Crosby’s ossified politics — pickled and preserved in a late-60s worldview in the same way his liver is pickled and preserved in a 3-decades-long love affair with the mojito and the Smack — then I suggest you consider razor wire around the Love compound.
After all, there’s no law that says you have to welcome home Roxie Carmichael…
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Fuck David Crosby.
Oooops…..
Too late.
Didn’t that fuckin’ mangy walrus Crosby need a brother or a sister or a father or a mother to achieve brain-death in a fashion that preserved the liver so that a doctor could belly it up to the martini bar that is his esophagus?
“the churches in America need to get in line”
They are really getting desperate.
The job of David Crosby’s original liver is to serve as a as a frightening paperweight on some thorasic surgeon’s desk and as a stark reminder of the dangers of remembering the 60s as a golden age.
The 60s sucked.
Except for Motown, the Beatles, Rolling Stones, Bear Bryant, and Barry Goldwater.
P.S.: The Stones and the Bear were also good in the 70s.
David Crosby’s original liver was going to be shot into space, but they were afraid it would settle into a regular orbit and have to be declared a planet.
I’m not a soldier and my job description clearly states I’m only to kill second cousins and the sisters of bus station acquaintances. The fucking union is going to hear about this soldier shit.
The job of David Crosby’s original liver is to help Ted Kennedy’s liver feel better about itself.
While Dean Martin’s liver was overheard telling Keith Richard’s liver “I know Ted Kennedy’s liver, and you sir, are no Ted Kennedy’s liver.”
wow, “hundreds of thousands Iraqi civilians”! the mind. it boggles.
Kind of looks like Craig “The Walrus” Stadler, except Stadler has talent, and is Republican.
I can’t put a finger on exactly how long it was, but from the day of the invasion to the day that the “thousands”-to-“hundreds of thousands” shift was first declared — and ever since repeated, growing like the fish that got away — it was a really short time. Just over a year, my memory thinks. (The declaration-and-repetitions long preceded the Lancet‘s cover for them.)
Somehow, in the absence of blitzkriegs and corpse factories — by, according to accounts from the field, mostly trades of fire with the bad guys, a handful at a time, punctuated by occasional car bombings — the evil Bush armies (which is both sides, of course) seem to have kept pace with Hitler.
I totally believe this.
CHIMPOCALYPSE
I heard another clip of this exchange that’s not in the Hot Air clip. One of the pair wondered why some pastor doesn’t go over to the Jihadis and tell them that Jihad is bad.
Like this:
Pastor: “Mr. Jihadi, sir, I know that you’re angry at the meanies in America for meddling in your affairs, but War Isn’t The Answer. Is there something we can do to talk this out?”
Jihadi: “Do you acknowledge that there is no god but Allah and Muhammad is his prophet?”
Pastor: “Well, you see, we respect your beliefs and all, but we believe that Jesus is our Savior, and…”
Jihadi: “Give me one good reason why I should listen to a polytheist like yourself.”
Pastor: “Polytheist? No, no, we believe that Father, Son, and Holy Ghost are One in essence…”
Jihadi: “Death to those who do not confess that Allah is the only god and Muhammad his prophet.”
Pastor: “Now, that language is really not helpful. Violence never solved anything.”
Jihadi: “I do believe it’s going to rid me of a proximate source of irritation. Right about… now…”
I like the music, but Crosby isn’t exactly a guiding light on morality. I do enjoy his written justification of cheating on his wife while on tour: “And if you can’t be with the one you love, love the one your with!”.
Totally, far out man.
“I said ‘Sarge, I wanna kill!’…”
BWAAAA HAHAHAHA!!!
Chris Matthews feels, I say he feels the POWER OF MONEY IN THIS WAR! BLOOD FOR DRIPPING OIL COLD HARD CURRENCY OF IMPERIALISM. CAN’T YOU FEEL IT? IT FEELS LIKE CHENEY!!!!!
Has anyone explained to Matthews that he’s transcended journalism and is now a talking universal parody? Be charitable, somebody!
I would like to remind anyone who is unclear that it really doesn’t require much intelligence to be a back-up singer.
I would, at this point, like to re-iterate the sentiment in comment number 1.
With a post-hole digger.
Because I’m getting a little sick of the daily false accusations of the left.
Coalition forces in Afghanistan are being trained to avoid civilian casualties even if that means sometimes refusing to respond to direct attacks, a senior officer said.
Good… to a point. If more civilians will die in the long run, have you accomplished anything?
What about Graham Nash? He was on as well. What, he had nothing dumb to say?
He was busy with Bonnie Raitt and Jackson Browne getting another “no nukes” concert ready because we’re finally returning to clean, cheap energy from nuclear power plants.
Goodness gracious, how can you possibly parody this?
Astonishing, the sheer height, volume, mass, and overall bulk of this steaming heap.
I must be a grave disappointment to Mr. Crosby, in that I have never killed a mother or a sister. Nor has it ever been my job to do so.
Now, young men who have set up and fired 107 mm rockets at me and mine…
The man is simply embarrasing. But maybe he can help datadave with his insurance problem. He may be thick as a brick, but he has coin.
Actually, that was Stephen Stills, but really, all of them were pretty much interchangeable.
Except Neil Young, of course.
Keith Richard’s liver
A friend of mine in a biomedical discipline maintained that, when cloned organs become available, the Keith Richards model will be the Rolex/Rolls-Royce/Prada of the liver world.
Think about it: that sucker has kept Keith alive at least 30 years longer than a standard liver would have. How long do you suppose it would last in a normal human being? You’d be able to hand that baby down to your grandkids.
Anytime I hear the blather “well, we just gotta talk” I recall the scene in the original War of The Worlds, where a priest and two companions try approaching one of the ships, waving a white flag, ‘we come in peace’
and get blasted out of existence.
Can someone suggest to Crosby that HE should go talk to some Islamist radical about “hey, peace man!”
and then we won’t have to worry about hearing from him again when his head is summarily removed from his shoulders.
Oh, and Crosby? Bite me. Why don’t you devote your time to something socially productive, say, trying to find another lesbian couple who wants sperm from a fat, bald, senile hippie with a decades-long history of incompetent substance abuse?
“a decades-long history of incompetent substance abuse”
I dunno, to me he sure looked quite competent in his ability to abuse substances.
Major John, I was contrasting him with Keith Richards. Keith was a junkie but managed to keep his career going. Crosby, not so much.
When it comes to substance abuse, most living humans are amateurs compared to Richards
Richards …. longest touring dead guy evah
Crosby is relevant to what exactly and why?
I’m going to close my eyes for ten seconds, and when I open them, shit better be back to normal.
Keith Richards is an alien. Actually, he is the poster boy for how drugs cannot be that bad for you. If they were, he would have been dead approximately 48 times already.
My question to David Crosby: – “What’s it like to jerk off into a turkey baster?”
“The job of David Crosby’s original liver is to serve as a as a frightening paperweight on some thorasic surgeon’s desk and as a stark reminder of the dangers of remembering the 60s as a golden age.
The 60s sucked.
Except for Motown, the Beatles, Rolling Stones, Bear Bryant, and Barry Goldwater.
P.S.: The Stones and the Bear were also good in the 70s.”
No, no, no, no, no, no, no!
The sixties didn’t suck, but I can remember some remarkable entities that did. Con gusto! It was wonderful being so ignorant, and sometimes I miss that badly. Unfortunately, “You can never go home” is another AA saying that is so true that it pisses me off. Once you know, you know, and the kiddy bullshit is over.
It’s like a McLaren Mercedes now. Cool to think about driving, but I always drive like an old lady, so what use could I possibly have for a road rocket? Unless Britany was sitting beside me with no underpants. But even if that happened, I’m pretty sure she would be calling me “GranPaw”. Which is not sexually encouraging.
Depends.
I don’t see the ’60s as particularly suckish, but those were my pre-teen years. The ’70s, by any possible subjective (not to mention many objective) standards were much worse. Disco. Disco Duck, no less. Just go back and look at yearbook pictures, if you don’t believe the magnitude of Teh Suck that the ’70s represented. Pay close attention to the prom pics.
OTOH I lived, and transformed from a greasy, obnoxious little kid to a rather cleaner, obnoxious student athlete who managed to stay on the record board for over a decade and a half, so it couldn’t have been all that bad.
Back on topic, I have fond remembrances of CSN’s music from the 1960s. I just wish David Crosby (, man) would just keep his befuddled trap shut, so I can continue to hear that old music with fond nostalgia. I know, wish in one hand…
“I was contrasting him with Keith Richards. Keith was a junkie but managed to keep his career going. Crosby, not so much.”
I will heartily concede that point!
“incompetent substance abuse”
And competent substance abuse would be Jim Morrison – there’s still time to reach for that rainbow, David! I have faith you can!
I was 15 in 1965.
Believe me, the 60s sucked. My generation was being spoiled into epic selfishness while repeating the drugs-sex-rock ‘n roll mantra, and if the Comintern had been able to maintain control of the iterations, we might now be sending 50% of our GNP to the USSR.
That didn’t happen, of course, but nearly every materialistic dialectical adherent escaped from their drug hazes into academia, which may not be much better. Others, like this doofus, simply teeter into and out of the public limelight from time to time to reveal that they still believe the same old shit, and on MSNBC where they can pretend that someone is watching.
I never like them. I used to call them Crappy, Shitty, Trash, and Dung because they were so whiny.
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My question to David Crosby: – “What’s it like to jerk off into a turkey baster?—
Would that make David a master baster?
No accounting for taste, I guess. “Teach Your Children Well” and songs from that era were good music. I could never stomach Neil Young, though. His voice is like fingernails on a chalkboard to me (which may be just because fingernails on a chalkboard never bothered me, so something else had to)
About Keith Richards: I don’t want a clone of his liver; I just want his formula — the exact number and quantities of the drugs that have kept him alive this long….
Everything he took, he chased with BHT and lecithin.
Neither Crosby or Young hold a candle to Dylan.
I held a candle to Dylan once.
Once.
Holding a candle to Keith Richards is … not advisable.