P.J. O'Rourke goes to AfghanistanPosted by Mitch Kokai at 10:47 AM Yes, that could be the title for a very funny movie.
Instead, P.J. O'Rourke writes about his Afghanistan journey in a cover story for The Weekly Standard:
If you spend 72 hours in a place you’ve never been, talking to people
whose language you don’t speak about social, political, and economic
complexities you don’t understand, and you come back as the world’s
biggest know-it-all, you’re a reporter. Either that or you’re President
Obama. I called my wife. She said, no, she certainly is not vacationing
at government expense in some jet-set hot spot with scads of her BFFs.
Looks like I’m not President Obama. But I am a reporter, fresh from
Kabul. What do you want to know about Afghanistan, past, present, or
future? Ask me anything.
As all good reporters do, I prepared for my assignment with extensive
research. I went to an Afghan restaurant in Prague. Getting a
foretaste—as it were—of my subject, I asked the restaurant’s owner (an
actual Afghan), “So what’s up with Afghanistan?”
He said, “Americans must understand that Afghanistan is a country of
honor. The honor of an Afghan is in his gun, his land, and his women.
You take a man’s honor if you take his gun, his land or his women.”
And the same goes for where I live in New Hampshire. I inquired
whether exceptions could be made, on the third point of honor, for
ex-wives.
“Oh yes,” he said.
Afghanistan—so foreign and yet so familiar and, like home, with such
wonderful lamb chops. I asked the restaurateur about other similarities
between New Hampshire and Afghanistan. “I don’t know,” he said. “Most of
my family lives in L.A.”
I wonder whether the memory of this recent trip will endure as long as O'Rourke's experience with livestock.
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