The Facilitation Mafia

Ever since I started this blog, I'm becoming aware that my life back home is nowhere near as wacky as it was overseas.

Sure, working, studying and living in my own home town where I speak the language, versus moving every four days through utterly foreign places and living in places that actively promote drunkenness each night, may not be a really fair comparison. Nonetheless, it's slightly concerning.

So it's always nice when you get a ridiculous situation turn up. Especially when you're well into the thick of it before you realise just how ridiculous it actually is.

War. Doing the terrorists' job for them since 2001.

Ok, I could run on at the mouth for hours on this topic. But it's late, I'm still in the damn offic because we haven't got internet in our otherwise sweet-as house yet, and statistically speaking, no one responds to my long posts.

I had a sudden realisation the other day, wandering around town. We're in Iraq and Afghanistan to fight terrorism right? Iraq was a lways dodgy from the get-go, but Afghanistan is considered pretty legitimate in that Al Qaeda was known to be hanging out there.

So we invade Afghanistan to protect the lives of US citizens from terrorist attacks.

Does anyone else notice the enormous flaw in this logic?

And I swore I was never going to do this again after Corsica...

Long long time readers will be familiar with one of the more ridiculous episodes of the Palunawack Tours across Europe last year.

Namely, the 'Screwing up the timetables and sleeping under a bush with an unstable French-woman' incident. Shortly followed by the 'Screwing up the timetables again and having to fend off thieves in Milan' incident the next night.

I swore (loudly) at the time that I would never ever again fail to read a timetable. As a result I was doomed to almost certain failure in this regard.