The most effective way to defeat Isis is to lock them up in a cell and deny them martrydom and glory. No paradise , no virgins only a guard wishing them a bland good morning, and a regular change of towels
So we decided to stop infants drowning on the beaches by killing them in their beds. Its hard to think of a more poetic metaphor for our utter lack of ideas than spending several years dropping high explosives on to a desert. Dropping something from a great height can never be precise this is why Santa still parks up the sleigh. I have to admit that I was sort of disturbed by the palpable excitement in parliament, and couldnt escape the feeling that our politicians like wars because they build them feel important.
The motion they voted on was a vague list of necessary measures and requests for assistance, with specifically airstrikes at the very bottom as if someone had hollered it out of the front door as they were starting the car: Oooh! Dont forget eggs, milk and airstrikes !! One MP was contended that IS need a lot of space to move and that airstrikes would restrict their territory. The Paris shooters lived in one room with a mattress; we could bomb Syria to the average size of a London flat and theyd still find room to manoeuvre. Bombing Syria will achieve nothing. Lets at the least take a swing at China and have these dull winter skies replaced with a drapery of incendiary light.
What is Camerons problem with IS? Ordinary people who in their spare time have formed a huge multinational oil trade and a workforce of thousands willing to be paid in rice and dread thats the Big Society right there. Cameron called them Women-raping, Muslim-murdering, medieval monsters he carefully avoided saying infant molesters in case one of the backbench hollered: Present! This is before we get to the fact that he used the word medieval to justify a military expedition into the Middle East. Of course bombing will cause delight in Islamic State, where it will form the only amusement. Theres no music , no dancing, and were spending a couple of million quid a night providing the mise en scA” ne for these sadists fantasy life.
Hilary Benn, an expression of the results of his fathers tempestuous affair with Lembit Opik, demonstrated a fighting spirit that was direct proof of Johnny Cashs A Boy Named Sue. I think its worth remembering that if you say something and Tories start cheering, then you have said something nasty. Yes, Hilary, we bombed Hitler, but we were being attacked here by German planes that were leaving from Germany not by a teenager in west London who had been assembling a Doodlebug in the garage. Benns whole speech was played in celebratory way the next night on Radio 4, feeding into my theory that George Orwell was so prescient about national societies that he moved to Jura to purposely encourage his TB.