America gives arms and training to rebels in Afghanistan to fight off the Soviets. Rebels later become al-Qaeda. Oops.
America gives arms and training to rebels in Syria to fight Bashar al-Assad government. Rebels later become ISIS. Oops.
America authorizes arming and training rebels in Syria to fight ISIS. Nothing could possibly go wrong.
It’s that weird point when you realize that all of the things you love, and all of the things you hate, will eventually come back to haunt you.
You forgot: America gives arms but no training to domestic police force and later shoots itself.
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This album is in every Goodwill I’ve ever been to.
There is a difference between anal retentive and neurotic, OK.
The neurotic is cleaning everything up by shoving it in a closet and quickly leaping from thing to thing “fixing” what’s broken.
An anal retentive person, by comparison, sits down for hours and fixates on organizing that shit by name, color, size, etc. Then not only do they fix the thing, they oil it up and make it better.
As a girl of eleven or twelve I attended a counselor training week at a summer camp. Not quite a counselor and not quite a kid, we were paired up with the older high school counselors to help watch over and direct a handful of younger kids as they participated in the many summer camp activities. Swimming, crafting, fire-making, archery, etc.
Formerly one of the younger attendees, I thought I knew exactly what it took to be “the cool counselor”. The cool counselor listened to music and paid attention to the needs of the kids. The cool counselor sang songs and participated in the activities side-by-side instead of dominating the kids. The cool counselor had a sense of humor and played fun and creative games with the kids. The cool counselor got points just for being older and knowing secrets about the world.
Granted I had a lot to learn before I could actually be the cool counselor, but I tried my best. I thought I was getting along great with the kids. We played games and I listened to their stories and held their hands when they were scared. We had fun.
At the end of the week, the older counselors gave us trainees our “performance review”. The woman in charge of me said, “We think that you might need another year or so. You act too much like the campers, not quite ready to be a counselor.” At the time, I didn’t understand the critique. Didn’t I do what I was supposed to? I remember feeling hurt and confused.
As an adult, I understand this much more clearly. I’m probably still one of the kids. But I now know how to be the counselor when I need to be.
I swear to god I only clicked on this because I wanted to know what was up with the Gawk using my branding. WHAT IS UP GUYS. DO YOU NEED SOME CLEANUP?