And at the same time kill a lot of head-chopping Islamists

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Now, men, listen up. As well as all you wonderful ladies.

America's at war. And I love it - naturally.

But you know what? I love winning the damn war. Not losing it. Not crying like a damn coward and begging for peace.

I also don't like laying waste to whole countries and sections of the planet, just so a bunch of goddamn Islamists and Nazis, can run all over the place chopping off heads of poor bastards, and burning 'em alive.

That's not what I fought for in the last war. That's not what my brave men died for.

No dummy - ever - won a war, by dying for his country. He won it, by making the other poor dumb bastard die for his country. Now as far as I've seen, we haven't been too good at that lately.

I like Vladimir Putin. Those of you who know me, may be surprised to hear me say that. Putin's got guts. He knows how to grab a terrorist by the nose, and kick him in the ass. He kicks the hell out 'em all the time.

And the Russian air force, with the Syrian army on the ground, has been magnificent. They've cut through ISIS like crap through a goose.

You all know what Frederick the Great said. l'audace, l'audace, toujours l'audace!

That's French for, always punch the damn bastards right in the nose.

Putin said he'd kill those bastards who shot down that Russian plane in Egypt, no matter where they hide.

I love it. God help me, I do love it so.

Putin is a winner. And Americans - all real Americans - love a winner. And will not tolerate a loser. Like John Kerry and Barack Obama. Look at those pusillanimous sons of bitches. They started a war in Syria, but don't have the guts to finish it.

Now they're bitching and moaning to the Russians for a cease-fire. And laughing it off as some kind of victory. Why, I wouldn't give a hoot in hell for a man who lost, and laughed. And Kerry and Obama are two of the biggest losers of all times.

How could anyone believe in Kerry? He looks like horse. It just so happens, I love horses. But only beautiful ones I can ride. This one's so damn ugly, not even a pimp from a cheap New Orleans whorehouse would go near him.

And Obama's too dumb to manage anything. So dumb he couldn't poor piss out of a boot with instructions written under the heel. Why, they've both got that bitch Nuland and her neo-cons running circles around them.

And I'll tell you something else. Up until now we've been fighting the wrong people. To hell with this damn ISIS and this so-called "moderate opposition." We've given 'em Mosul, we've given 'em Aleppo, we've given 'em the oil -- we've given 'em God knows what else -- are we going to let 'em dictate policy too?

I'll tell you what we ought to do. We ought to rearm Assad and all these Syrian army troops, and get 'em to help us fight the damn Islamists. What a goddamn waste of fine infantry.

And this men, is where the Russians come into play.

Now you all know, that I'm no great lover of the Asiatic Russian. Well, whatever else you say about him, he can fight. And fighters are what we need.

And Americans, traditionally, love to fight. All real Americans, love the sting of battle. But sometimes we fight so much and push so many poor bastards around, that they start thinking we're the enemy instead of the son-of-a-bitching, head-chopping Islamists.

Let that be a lesson to American leaders. The Russians need our help to fight those ISIS savages and control those clowns running around Ukraine. And we need their help for the same reason. We don't have to like the mongrel bastards, but we can fight with 'em. We did it before, with that paper-hanging son of a bitch Hitler. And we can do it again.

Why, Putin knows he's a prima donna. He admits it. The problem with us Americans is, we won't admit it.

It's about time the American president went up to the Russian leader and said yes, I'm just as big as son of a bitch as you think I am. Enough of this bullshit thinking we're exceptional. We've got battles to fight. As do the Russians. And the better we know each other, the better we will do it. Even if we still don't like the bastards.

All right now you sons of bitches. You know how I feel.

I'd be proud to lead you wonderful guys into battle anytime, anywhere.

That is all.

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George S. Patton, Jr. was an American general in World War Two. He commanded the Seventh and Third US Armies in North Africa and Europe, 1942-1945