I was groggy for a very large portion of the day since I took a Benadryl last night to head off symptoms of an allergy attack. Thankfully, it's finally worn off either naturally or it's been circumvented by the three bottles of soda I've sucked down already today.

The L.A. Times ran a rather unsurprising story this morning about all the empty promises of food, improved roads, hospitals, schools and other assorted amenities that we made to the Afghans if only they'd help us fight the Taliban. So they helped, they ran off to die in the hills and mountains of their own country, now our forces aren't lifting a finger to help the Afghans and an Army civil affairs officer actually openly said, "I'd imagine Special Forces would say whatever they needed to, to win cooperation from locals. That doesn't mean we're going down there."

I'm seeing an appalling comparison to the Iraq situation, which we undertook with President Moron's father. We went in there, demolished the country, urged the locals to rise up against their leader with empty promises to help in the fighting and give aid after it was done, but we never supported them while they were slaughtered into submission by the very government we wanted them to topple. Instead, we helped enforce a U.N. embargo which cut off food and other aid to the Iraqi people so they starved to death while Saddam Hussein still sits pretty in Baghdad.

And you ask me why I don't fly an American flag from my car? Well, I try to stick to my promises. I'd prefer not to be associated with the image of "America: Land of Hypocrisy -- a/k/a 'Do As We Say, Not As We Do. And We've Got the Firepower and the Self-Righteousness to Enforce It.'"