No, having troops in Afghanistan does not make me feel any safer. In fact it makes me feel less safe. Let me put it into terms everyone can relate to: this is a honey badger...
Look up "Awwwwww" in a Webster dictionary. There are no words, just this picture
It is the epitome of cuteness and amiability. Seriously, look at that thing. I want to wrap it up in a blanket, name it General Fuzzers and raise it as my own child, dress it up in people clothes, instill it with a solid moral foundation, send it to respectable private school, the works. But if you anger the honey badger it goes from a happy ball of fuzz and sneezes to this...
Death with frosted tips
What was once a sugar coated morsel of downy adorability is now a bona fide killing machine, the Terminators of nature. Honey badgers are universally accepted as one of the most badass animals somewhere between a wolverine and a tyrannosaurus rex. By all appearances they have no fear instinct and go around killing incredibly venomous snakes for their mid-afternoon snack. If you have three minutes and a high tolerance for animal violence watch this clip. I never thought I'd pity a snake before.
But back to the topic at hand: Afghanistan. Afghanistan is like a honey badger, its harmless unless provoked. Granted Afghanistan is neither as cute nor as deadly as a single honey badger, but the analogy still stands. If you know something will erupt into a deadly rage when prodded, keep your hands to yourself.
Found stamped to a "Welcome to Afghanistan" sign
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