Subtitled "The Pentagon Discovers the Third World Slum".

It only took 20 years after Mogadishu, they are really learning fast!

This is all a modern problem. Ancient armies didn't have to worry about pacifying the conquered population, they just murdered, raped and plundered until opposition *died* out. (ahem...)

But in today's military where you kick in a guy's door, then force him to take your welfare, subverts that ancient balance and leaves you with long-term citizen disaffection and fifth-column harassment. It's unwinnable in the long term, but the Pentagon and civilian leaders have convinced themselves that all of those downtrodden masses would gladly trade the dictator they know (and that shares their culture and language) with another they don't know (and uses alien culture and language), to address a wrong they may not even perceive.

My years as a Beltway Bandit has taught me that these kinds of videos are produced by think tanks (like the one I worked at) in order to drum up some good old fashioned FUD and scare some generals enough to pay you to write a bunch of position papers and strategic plans. It lets the top brass think they are thinking about the "big problems" without ever getting to the point of bothering the Ops guys with a problem they can't blow up.

William Butler Yeats (1865-1939)

       THE SECOND COMING

    Turning and turning in the widening gyre
    The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
    Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
    Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
    The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
    The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
    The best lack all conviction, while the worst
    Are full of passionate intensity.

    Surely some revelation is at hand;
    Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
    The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
    When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
    Troubles my sight: a waste of desert sand;
    A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
    A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
    Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
    Wind shadows of the indignant desert birds.

    The darkness drops again but now I know
    That twenty centuries of stony sleep
    Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
    And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
    Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?