TheRoadWarrior
Chieftain
"You gentlemen here, forgive me, but you are just a bunch of naive dreamers. And if you didn't insist on meddling in large affairs that affect the globe, you would actually be charming."
-Mr. Lewis in Remains of the Day
Go on, admit it. You hate the UN. Sure, in reality you're the world's best liberal: You boycott WalMart, sign petitions for recycling programs, and you steer clear of veal. Hel|, you may even admire the United Nations in real life. But after a long day of counting down the number of days George W. Bush has left in office, you go home to satisfy that guilty pleasure of yours: being a complete jerk to other countries.
But in the middle of one of your unilateral actions against Gandhi, who had the nerve to scoff at your offer of rice for fish, some peace-loving scum comes along and builds the United Nations. "CURSE THOSE DIPLO-FASCISTS!" you shout as you struggle to stockpile as many ICBMs as you can before the AI, inevitably, votes in favor of a resolution banning the proliferation of nukes. How are you going to wield any real leverage with a mere 10 nuclear missiles? And what happens after you use them all? Those poor nuclear physicists struggling to support their families will be forced to take jobs <gasp> teaching at a university!!! "Great," you think to yourself, "Just what we need: more teachers."
Well saddle up, John Bolton, cause this fight ain't over yet.
Realizing that there is no problem in the world that can't be solved with the proper application of military force, you don your flight suit and head for the nearest aircraft carrier. Fortunately for you, those dangerous idealists didn't bother to build SDI to protect their precious UN from a cowboy diplomat like yourself. "Ha!" you laugh as you move your troops just outside the blast radius. "This is what I think of your resolution for universal environmentalism!" After the dust settles from the first nuclear explosion, you contemplate the poetic justice of the situation before nuking the city once more for good measure. As your stalwart troops raze the city, you take comfort in the fact that the world is once again safe from the tyranny of oppressive internationalists.
Well, that's my neoconservative strategy. Anybody else have one?
-Mr. Lewis in Remains of the Day
Go on, admit it. You hate the UN. Sure, in reality you're the world's best liberal: You boycott WalMart, sign petitions for recycling programs, and you steer clear of veal. Hel|, you may even admire the United Nations in real life. But after a long day of counting down the number of days George W. Bush has left in office, you go home to satisfy that guilty pleasure of yours: being a complete jerk to other countries.
But in the middle of one of your unilateral actions against Gandhi, who had the nerve to scoff at your offer of rice for fish, some peace-loving scum comes along and builds the United Nations. "CURSE THOSE DIPLO-FASCISTS!" you shout as you struggle to stockpile as many ICBMs as you can before the AI, inevitably, votes in favor of a resolution banning the proliferation of nukes. How are you going to wield any real leverage with a mere 10 nuclear missiles? And what happens after you use them all? Those poor nuclear physicists struggling to support their families will be forced to take jobs <gasp> teaching at a university!!! "Great," you think to yourself, "Just what we need: more teachers."
Well saddle up, John Bolton, cause this fight ain't over yet.
Realizing that there is no problem in the world that can't be solved with the proper application of military force, you don your flight suit and head for the nearest aircraft carrier. Fortunately for you, those dangerous idealists didn't bother to build SDI to protect their precious UN from a cowboy diplomat like yourself. "Ha!" you laugh as you move your troops just outside the blast radius. "This is what I think of your resolution for universal environmentalism!" After the dust settles from the first nuclear explosion, you contemplate the poetic justice of the situation before nuking the city once more for good measure. As your stalwart troops raze the city, you take comfort in the fact that the world is once again safe from the tyranny of oppressive internationalists.
Well, that's my neoconservative strategy. Anybody else have one?
