DorkoPoints Weekly
A conscientious subjector: Trading depth for frequency.
Monday, April 20, 2009
Chapter Seven
Wednesday, April 8, 2009
Reintegration
Before anyone leaves a war zone, the Army insists on providing that soldier with “reintegration” training. It’s related in the same manner you’d expect if you were learning how clear a weapons’ jam or change a tire. Only in the Army would people believe that integrating oneself into society is something that you could be trained on in a two-hour block of instruction. If I had known in high school that successful integration required only a two-hour class, I may have avoided more of that taunting and harassment.
Sunday, March 29, 2009
The "War" is over
We are no longer fighting the Global War on Terrorism. Before anyone gets too excited about such an announcement, they need to understand that it is purely a matter of semantics. Wouldn’t want anyone surrendering his or her position in Iraq based solely on verbiage. In an attempt to change people’s perception of the military’s ongoing foray into world policing, we have altered it’s title, softened the language, and proven once again that there is no problem or controversy too great that it cannot be solved with a thesaurus. According to our commander in chief, we should now refer to our “stuff” in Southwest Asia as Overseas Contingency Operations. Whatever. Does it mean I can come home yet? Turning a euphemism into another euphemism is one of those things that they should have a word for: euphomorphosis maybe. Either way, I think it’s pretty stupid.
My personal politics are not a well-kept secret, but the only thing I enjoy more than picking on conservatives is poking fun at anyone who’s in charge. Because people in charge are ALWAYS clueless (ask anyone that works for you). In this case, the Obama administration has failed to adhere to a fundamental tenet of leadership: coming up with new names for shit doesn’t change anything. When John Cougar Mellencamp became just John Mellencamp, it didn’t make “Hurt So Good” suck any less.
My problem is: I really liked The Global War on Terrorism (as a title, of course, not an endeavor). Being a soldier, I swim in a verbal cesspool of acronyms and I’ve learned that good ones are hard to come by. The abrupt, manly sound of GWOT (pronounced “gwaught”) made my life here in Iraq seem exciting and important. The military gave us a special GWOT medal for simply serving during this war and I was expecting another as soon as we had it won. Should I expect some sort of “Contingency” medal? It sounds like a parting gift.
There was a lot of stuff you could do with the term GWOT. Add a suffix and you get a career: GWOTer. Add a prefix and you can describe someone’s lack of dedication to the mission: “That was very unGWOT of you, Jim.” You could hyphenate it, thereby adding a second syllable and an all-around badass flavor: “G-WOT”. Drop the G and you have just a “War on Terror” and, ironically, the answer to all the world’s problem disguised as a question word: WOT? I don’t even know. It has been said (mostly by me) that Petraeus’s surge would have been even more successful had they stuck with the original name: “GWOT thrust”.
What am I supposed to do with OCO? Pronounced as its own word it sounds like some sort of healthy organic cereal. It’s probably one of those with all the bark and twigs in it that you’d find at Whole Foods next to the flax seed oil. My colon might be excited about it but the rest of me is just worried about explosive diarrhea.
The only legitimate problem that I had with the old title was the fact that it didn’t make any sense whatsoever. We’ve all heard the complaints: How can we possibly fight all terrorism everywhere all at once? Terrorism is a tactic not a country, etc… But at least it was a war. This new thing doesn’t sound like a war at all. And how are we supposed to get away with all the shooting and money-spending if we’re not in a war anymore?
Our battalion hosted a ribbon-cutting ceremony for a quarter million dollar tree nursery in downtown Nasiriyah this week. This place was paid for by American tax dollars and all of the classy, gold-trimmed furniture in the main office was proof that it wasn’t wasted. It would have been nice for someone to maybe make a little speech and let everyone there understand what a bold step we just made in the WAR against terror. “See these trees, Osama? Yeah that’s right, suck it!” Instead, it’s like we just built a big tree nursery in the middle of the desert for no reason at all.
A humble message to those publicly elected officials back home: Nobody cares what you people call it! Just fix this crap, assholes!
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
Six Years Ago
I celebrated my 21st Birthday in March of 2003.
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
Women's History Month
It’s torture, but at least I was reminded for another three months that I shouldn’t refer to my co-workers as jiggles, toots, or honeybun… Mission Accomplished. I was also reminded about the “awareness” that I should be spreading this month. “What awareness is that?” you ask. Well, did you know that March is Women’s History month? Bet you didn’t. It is and I have decided to celebrate it by reading Cullen Murphy’s “The Word According to Eve: Women and the Bible in Ancient Times and our Own”. Ok, I’m half joking. The realization that this was Women’s History month and the fact that this book is on my nightstand are coincidental but I have enjoyed bragging about it to my wife. I take every opportunity I can to remind her how cultured and sensitive I am. One day she might believe me.
The book is remarkable; I recommend it regardless of sex. Basically, Murphy travels through time documenting all the innovative ways that men have leveraged 1st Corinthians in an effort to trick women into making us turkey sandwiches.
Women’s history month, Murphy’s book, the quarterly training and my impending return to my beautiful wife all seem to coalesce for me as the “news” back home continues to swirl around the latest celebrity beating and its fall out. In case you live in a cave, I’ll sum it up: Chris Brown, a boy whose dance moves far outclass his chivalry, tried to solve a lover’s quarrel by beating his girlfriend until she was too unconscious to argue with him anymore. Shocking? It shouldn’t be. 1 in 4 women will experience domestic violence in their lifetime. The second-greatest health threat to pregnant women behind only car accidents is murder. That’s right: murder. Use protection kids! If you get pregnant someone might decide to kill you (not kidding).
As long as there is testosterone, there will be idiot’s incapable of using their words during an argument and some of these jackasses will break the cardinal playground rule and hit a girl. What I am more concerned about is the reaction of our young people across the country and their insistence on the fact that Rihanna may have provoked (and therefore deserved?) such an assault. In an informal Boston survey, 46% of youths questioned thought Rihanna was asking for it.
Although I may have punched the steering wheel during Umbrella’s stuttering rise to the top of the Billboard charts, I learned a long time ago that hitting a woman was wrong. This shouldn’t make me some sort of hero. In fact, I’ve often rolled my eyes at the overtly macho emphasis that many men place on this type of “revolutionary” thinking. I’ve often felt it was such a basic principle that hearing someone pontificate, “I would never hit a girl” seemed obvious and a little dopey. Of course you wouldn’t hit a girl you dimwit; you shouldn’t hit anybody.
Perhaps it’s not so obvious to everyone. Old Chris couldn’t seem to stop himself and now I have to hear the future of my country make excuses for him. Oprah practically had to teach a class on why such behavior shouldn’t be tolerated. Do you know how to identify a problem beyond repair? Wait around for Oprah to do a special on it!
Deputy commanding officer of the 10th Field Engineer Regiment, Lieutenant Colonel Abdul Saaduq, a deeply religious, virulently political, and oft misguided and inappropriate Iraqi friend of mine weighed in on women’s issues for me the other day. “Women in your Army are a good thing, Captain Dorko.”
“Why’s that, my friend?”
“They can cook and clean, you must have great food.”
I paused for a moment and let this register as I crafted a diplomatic and thoughtful response, taking into account the cultural differences, my counterpart’s lack of education, and his status as a pious and devout Shiite.
Sergeant First Class Roger Betz, senior non-commissioned officer and advisor to the 10th Field Engineer Regiment was seated there with me. He broke it down immediately for Abdul Saaduq: “No, sir. In the sixties, our women burned their bras and got out of the kitchen. Since then they aren’t required to do the cooking and cleaning for us, anymore.” SFC Betz has an abrupt and pointed way of explaining everything. He’s a father of three and rarely puts up with anyone’s ignorance. He made it pretty simple and I was glad he was there. My book spent 300 pages explaining a similar concept.
A month ago I would have chalked Saaduq’s remark up as the ramblings of an ignorant Iraqi with a backwards worldview. I would have smiled inwardly knowing I represented a country where such ridiculous sentiments are no longer expressed. But this latest celebrity drama and the inexcusable reactions of so many young Americans across our great country has made me pay attention to what I may have been taking for granted.
If I’ve learned something here in the cradle of civilization, it’s that our communities are only as healthy as the health of their women. Maybe it’s not so ridiculous that the federal government feels it necessary to remind me how to behave like a descent human being each quarter. More people may need to read Cullen Murphy’s book and realize how far we’ve come in dealing with this truly ancient topic. Maybe the rest of us just need the abbreviated version and a dose of reality from SFC Betz.
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
TGIF
People are disgusting.
Friday, March 6, 2009
Tafteesh
Our Iraqi partners have their annual inspection this week by order of the Ministry of Defense. As their advisor, it’s nice to see them actually care about something for a change. The Saddam years really took a toll on the entire concept of initiative at the middle management levels. No surprises there. Innovation was often the fast track to execution. Equally unsurprising is their preoccupation with inspections, reviews and judgment. So our friends are busy cleaning up anything that moves, and painting white everything that doesn’t.