I’m losing hair from this Kurdish quagmire.
Their P.K.K. guerillas fight Turkey.
The Chief calls them terrorists. We’re to fire
at them on sight, but only secretly,
with missiles. Blow them off the friggin’ map.
But their brothers, the P.J.A.K., blast
Iran. The Company helps. It’s all crap.
These warriors deny Islam. They’re Marxists,
“scientific socialists.” They even
support women’s rights. I monitor their
movements by satellite, warning them when
the Revolutionary Guard comes near
enough to attack. I help these Commies
fight Muslims. I can just smell World War III.
Roger Armbrust
October 23, 2007
