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As to the sectarian divisions, they date back a thousand years before the founding of the United States.

The depth and duration of that division, in other words, owes nothing to us.

It is Americans who have tried, at great human and economic cost, to make the Iraqis less tribal, less selfish, more imbued with a sense of a nation—and a nation that is not merely a place to be controlled by their sect or tribe or family.

The Americans have tried to encourage entrepreneurial activity instead of reliance, as in so many other Muslim states, on either oil money or foreign aid from “Infidels,” and to encourage the adoption of a Constitution that would actually move away from the Shari’a.

It has all failed. And that is despite the enormous efforts of American soldiers, who were never taught about Islam, and yet persevered, and were puzzled when the Muslims of Iraq did not behave, as those soldiers expected them to, as a grateful “Iraqi people,” but rather as a collection—with a handful of exceptions—of grasping, whining, greedy, meretricious people, eager to have the Americans do everything for them, eager to have them lavish them with aid money (thrown around, by the billions, like confetti), and distinctly indifferent to American losses when not taking outright pleasure in such losses, yet always willing to blame the Americans for everything.

All who have meditated on the art of governing mankind have been convinced that the fate of empires depends on the education of youth. —Aristotle ...

I would like to address you Rob in one statement. I read your article on the Turtle Mountain Reservation. For a man who was raised with a silver spoon and whose great-grandparents where not ushered into the new age with rifles and small-pox. I hope you trip and fall and during that fall I hope you hurt yourself, maybe break a hip. If I were in your face I would spit on the path you’d take. Your a man of many words and few actions, strong with the pen and weak at heart. A man who will get a couple more readers by exploiting the poverty of a diseased few on a reservation made and enforced by yours truly the U.S. Government. I or one of my brothers will meet you maybe some irony catch you on the reservations littered with cars and babys running around in diapers and parkas. Let the spitting begin my white friend.

For a man who was raised with a silver spoon...

Raised with a “silver spoon” now means middle class? Since when? It’s always meant rich.

I hope you trip and fall and during that fall I hope you hurt yourself, maybe break a hip. If I were in your face I would spit on the path you’d take. Your a man of many words and few actions, strong with the pen and weak at heart.

Just more of that special brand of Indian civility we’ve all come to know at this site.

A man who will get a couple more readers by exploiting the poverty of a diseased few...

Where is the exploitation? Answer that one. If you can.