I really want to believe widely linked stories such as this Michael Yon piece:
All describe the bizarro-world contrast between what most Americans seem to think is happening in Iraq versus what is really happening in Iraq. Knowing this disconnect exists and experiencing it directly are two separate matters. It’s like the difference between holding the remote control during the telecast of a volcanic eruption on some distant island (and then flipping the channel), versus running for survival from a wretch of molten lava that just engulfed your car.
I was at home in the United States just one day before the magnitude hit me like vertigo: America seems to be under a glass dome which allows few hard facts from the field to filter in unless they are attached to a string of false assumptions. Considering that my trip home coincided with General Petraeus’ testimony before the US Congress, when media interest in the war was (I’m told) unusually concentrated, it’s a wonder my eardrums didn’t burst on the trip back to Iraq. In places like Singapore, Indonesia, and Britain people hardly seemed to notice that success is being achieved in Iraq, while in the United States, Britney was competing for airtime with O.J. in one of the saddest sideshows on Earth.
But then I scroll down Memorandum, where I read the RiverBendBlog write about that bastion of domestic tranquility, SYRIA, which she fled to to escape from the horrors of Iraq. I believe that is the same Syria that warbloggers were getting excited about bombing a few weeks ago.
So, yeah. Sorry I don’t share the same optimism as the folks who have been optimistic (and, more often than not, wrong) all along. I will know we have turned the corner when I see it, not when Michael Ledeen waxes nostalgic about it in the National Review.
Call me crazy.