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The War Nerd November 5, 2007
 
Burn, Malibu, Burn!
Fire: the most effective, underused weapon in the world By Gary Brecher Browse author Email
 
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Now, in the interests of disclosure and transparency and all that good shit, I should mention that I'm sort of an accused arsonist myself. You may remember that my old friend Victor "-y" Davis Hanson took a few minutes off from his usual dayjob—sucking Cheney's dick—in order to accuse me of trying to burn down his vineyards. As if. As if I'd work up a sweat lugging gascans into some dusty farm. I'm more the morale-building, inspirational type. I encourage people to find the inner arsonist trapped inside themselves; I don't go out and wobble my flab doing torch jobs personally.

But Vic must be in love with me or something, because he won't drop the grape-torching business. He's written about it at least twice since he first dropped that dime on me in the pages of National Review. And there's a lesson in that. What it shows is how the neocon mind works. First, they never ever admit they're wrong--but we all knew that already. The more interesting lesson is how, even though they talk big, they think so small. So lame.

Because if I was going to do a burn on my pal Vic—which I'm not planning to, but if I was—it wouldn't be some ridiculous, pointless try at burning his grape vines, especially when the poor fool wrote a whole book proving vines don't burn too well.

No, Vic, I don't think like that. I think like a real irregular. If I wanted to introduce you to the possibilities of fire as a weapon I'd just attend one of those lectures you give to tell nervous old GOPers that Iraq is going swell, just swell. (Can't believe the bastard gets paid to do that. Most of the people I know spend their lives lying for nothing.)

I wouldn't even need a ticket in. Just a 55-gallon drum, a dolly to wheel it up to the entrance, an air conditioner repair guy's overalls (size XXL, but then most air conditioner repair guys are XXL) and a couple of bike locks, with chains. I'd wait till all those gullible hicks had filed in to the hall, and I'd wait for the applause when VD took the podium. Then I'd tilt up the dolly and get to work, singing something in character—maybe "Ring of Fire"—you can't go wrong with the Man in Black. First I'd padlock all the emergency exits, then I'd pour all 55 gallons into the lecture hall. The drum would be labeled "cleaning solution" and it'd be truth in advertising, because nothing cleans out a crowded lecture hall faster than burning gasoline. No sprinkler system in the world can handle that volume, and if the gas don't kill 'em, the stampede when they see the first flames will.

What I like to imagine is Victor up there passing the optimistic word to the very end. As the flames try to get his attention, he'll be using all that mental discipline he used since the invasion to deny there's even a problem, "...aside from some lingering embers in a few provinces of the lecture hall, this fire is completely contained." By this time the hall will be totally black with smoke, but Vic is a gamer and he'll drop his favorite history bomb on anybody still alive: "Things looked black in 1864, too, you know! And what about the Battle of the—cough, ack!—Bulge? Iwo Jima? The Pusan...the Pusan..." Just about that time Vic's mighty voice would be silenced for good because his larynx would be even blacker than 1864 and Pusan put together, blacker than a forgotten In-N-Out burger that's sat all day on the flame broiler while the rookie cooks got high in the employee toilet...

And please don't tell me this kind of atrocity would "backfire" on the firebug. Hiroshima, Dresden, Tokyo—some pretty big BBQs, and they didn't backfire on anyone. We're just talking about the lo-tech irregular-warfare versions of that, and to a serious guerrilla, there are no illegitimate targets. Everything is up for burning. And don't tell me this kind of "brutality" doesn't work, either. Let me tell you about the Cinema Rex. Ever see a movie there? I bet you didn't, because for one thing it was in Abadan, the big oil-refining island off Iran. And for another thing, some of Khomeini's holy warriors burned down the Cinema Rex just before the Old Man himself came back to Iran and booted the Shah.


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