
This year marks two decades since the 2003 US invasion of Iraq, a bloody conquest of a rogue state that more people should be honest about saying they “were for it before they were against it,” both on the left and right. It was peak Boomer: Bush and his conservative ultra-patriotic bullshit sending American millennials to die in battle against Middle Eastern millennials, Michael Moore and the insufferable latte libtards backseat driving with their simplistic everybody hold hands and sing bullshit, very nearly horseshoeing to outright sympathy for Islamic terrorists.
The attack on Iraq was a product of its time and the public’s raw bloodthirst, a year and a half after 9/11, with Afghanistan not being enough to sate it. Damn all the experts’ warnings that deposing Saddam Hussein’s Baath Party regime would cause a “power vacuum,” destabilizing the region and breaking it into a “quagmire,” a patchwork ruled by an unending series of warlords in constant conflict with each other and Americans caught in between with no “exit strategy” in sight.
This isn’t about Iraq though. This is about the Iraq that exists here in America: A rogue state sliding toward failed one we call the Republican Party. The parallels are eerie. Both Trump and Hussein were demented asshole dictators who nevertheless managed control over a vast geography populated by religious fanatics. Hussein’s two oldest sons were named Uday and Qusay. Trump’s two oldest sons were nicknamed Uday and Qusay. Both Trump and Hussein were deposed by pro-democracy coalitions of the willing. Their removals both came with bloodshed.