After more than 50 years of failure we have now finally and wisely walked away from a sad, costly policy against Cuba and the Cuban people. It didn’t work. People were harmed, for nothing. Now we’ve ended it. Good. It is time to have come to our senses.
Surely it’s time to do the same thing in the Middle East. It’s time to come home. For nearly 70 long years – better marked in milestones of broken bones, blood, failure and pain — we have involved ourselves deeply, fatally in a madhouse where no one wants the peace we sought and are being killed for. From Truman and Bunch, from Kissinger to Carter, Clinton and Obama, we tried. It hasn’t worked; it isn’t working; it will never work. We have fought war after war after war in the name of someone else’s peace there and all that happens is ever more war.
Except maybe for brave Jordan we have no friends left. We have been poisoned in the region. Saudi Arabia can drink its damn oil. Israel should left to be Israel, which has amply shown that it is militarily and temperamentally comfortable with going alone, doing a Gaza on the whole region as it so chooses. Iraq is more of a mess than it was before we blundered into it; but 12 years in, it’s on them to get it straight. They don’t want us and they don’t need us to do what they do so well without us: hate one another. It is time for us to come home, lock, stock and gravestones.
We tried – for generations. We are drawn into wars there and scorned and belittled by those we try to help. It’s time, a biblical lifetime later, to come home and leave the hate and violence to those who love it so.
No more aid. No more destructive propping up of governments that bite the hand foolishly reaching out to help them. It’s what they do, yes, but we should stop paying the price of dead soldiers, crippled veterans, bankrupted treasuries unending terror threats, insults and disdain. For what?
It’s time to come home.