So, Cameron seizes the Thatcher moment, and Parliament magically finds the money to prosecute a war that is arguably none of our concern because, whatever the Islamic State is doing, this is a Middle Eastern, primarily Muslim v. Muslim, conflict. The Western victims, while savagely tragic on a personal level, pale into insignificance when weighed against the IS-inflicted, Muslim death toll (along with all the other groups, regardless of religion, that these rabid psychopaths see as “enemies”).
We, though, are not threatened by IS, not outside of the foetid quagmire between Cameron’s ears anyway. We might be at risk from home-grown suicide bombers, or freelance killers like those who murdered Lee Rigby (risks which going to war might actually ramp up), but we are not, by any stretch of the imagination, directly threatened by the IS.
And let’s not lose sight of the “fact” that this country of ours is supposed to be so broke the government has no choice but to plunge** the most vulnerable members of society even deeper into the penury they have already inflicted – yet there is, as always, money for war, and it’s a war that our increasingly Blimpish PM predicts will go on for years.
**For which feel free to read “gets off on plunging,” in a cabinet office circle-jerk as they fuck up the lives of yet more defenceless people.
However long it goes on for, though, this is not, and never will be, a war against Islamic extremists; it is a war for an election – nothing more, nothing less. And Cameron and Miliband will both, doubtless, spend the coming months trying to prove who has the biggest dick when, in reality, all they will prove is who IS the biggest dick…