Despite certain optimistic Neocon Hawks assuring us that inside every Iraqi was a Walmart-shoppin' bass-fishin' HOA-belongin' Steelers fan just dyin' to get out, it keeps not being the case.
I'm surprised anybody can hear the gunfire over the sound of everyone who was talking Balkanization eight years ago high-fiving each other for their smug perspicacity.
The whole thing feels like a 2014 DJ playing a '90s grunge cover of a '70s stadium rock favorite.
We've got the '75 Spring Offensive, with outside-backed forces reinforced from a safe foreign enclave sending the running dog Southern lackeys of Uncle Sam fleeing, overrunning piles of US equipment that had been left behind to arm our wobbly ally.
We've got the setup for future generations of antiwar liberals and libertarian skeptics to repeat the "You created Bin Laden!" argument because, hey, how many of those fighters streaming in from Syria are packing heat that may or may not have been funneled from post Ka... Qa... Gaddafi Libya.
The Kurds, seeing that they better get what they can get while the getting is good, are grabbing Kirkuk. May as well set up your own 'Stan while everybody else is, I guess. That's gotta make Turkey all kinds of warm and fuzzy.
Let's see how sporty this gets.