Ok, it may sound simplistic, but this Kabul photo captures the kind of Afghan Mill-Industrial Complex that we are up against--Bread Makers. With devilish accuracy, they toss a ball of dough into the furnace below, and with a pronged rake, retrieve unleavened flat bread, baked to perfection by red hot coals.
Why are these people a threat? Well, for one thing, there is not an ounce of fat among them!--They are not like us!--not one candidate for corporate over-consumption! Wonder Bread, Inc. could not garner a red cent from these bakers. G.E. could not meter their coals. Why don't they eat at Safeway, like Americans?
I am talking three generations, here!--Can anybody read their faces--laughter, pride, anger in the same picture. Give me a break! A marketing nightmare. Ok, I missed the top guy's head. But his arms are spread like airplane wings--like that Afghan, Bin Laden!--Oh, I forgot, he was a Saudi, like the rest of the 911 hijackers. Our mistake--Afghanistan never attacked us.
Wait! It doesn't matter! The photo above shows it doesn't matter! Afghanistan presents a clear and present danger--as these two up-armored Hump-vees show (ok, one has a stick shield; the other a driver with a stick). A turban and a hoodie--Danger everywhere. These people could be riding into downtown Des Moines, tomorrow. Innocent camel riders, you say?--Well, what about this scene south of Khandahar?
Afghan barbershop? Look closer.