A reader points out in response to a previous post that we're leaving plenty behind in Iraq: depleted uranium, flattened cities, dead people, hate. Fair enough. And that legacy and its consequences will remain, maybe forever. It's all the things we say we didn't intend that will live on. Meanwhile, our grandiose plans--our sense that we could make a people over into the image of ourselves and that they would be happy about it--are collapsing under their own delusional weight. It's everything we said we did intend that will disappear as if it never existed.
And that's as close to a definition of futility as I can think of.
Hope that helps.
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