Oh Lordy me, this is probably the most vulgarly titled blog post I’ve ever written. Shame on my parents, who clearly didn't raise me right. And how ever
will I manage to look sexy in tight jeans again, now that I’ve made the shameful (for a woman) discovery that I apparently have bigger balls than the entire nation of Turkey and
the Bush administration combined?
Read this statement I’m about to type: “As an American citizen, I admit that America has done some scummy things in the past, including the genocide of the American Indians. That’s GEN-O-CIDE. Our predecessors did some evil things.”
There. Wasn’t so hard, and furthermore The Truth Shall Set You Free, but Turkey refuses to say the g-word or much of anything else about what it did to the Armenians in World War One. Now there’s a huge debate over whether the United States
should officially recognize the Armenian genocide
President Bush doesn’t want us to, because that would annoy the Turks and we really can’t afford to do that these days.
You know what’s fun? Go to one of those macho patriots whose self-worth is intricately linked to the notion that their country, the USA, can easily and unilaterally kick the ass of any nation on Earth. (If you don’t know how to find such people, they can often be identified by their dinner-plate-sized American-flag belt buckles.) Then say, “From a strategic perspective Bush could well be right, since we can’t afford to lose Turkish support for our Middle Eastern adventures, but doesn’t it suck that we used to be the world’s most ass-kickingest superpower and now we have to be all careful and watch what we say because we can’t afford to piss off Turkey?”