The film clip of Defence Minister Gerry Brownlee striding into the bowels of the $250 million Boeing C-17 Globemaster for a test drive this week was scary. Just what World Peace needs: Biggles Brownlee on the flight deck, ordering the pilot off to Iraq and Libya to sort out Isis, with a detour down to Nigeria to give Boko Haram a bloody nose.
The carefully choreographed visit of the Iraqi foreign minister last week, followed yesterday by the departure of Defence Force chief Lieutenant General Tim Keating for a meeting in Saudi Arabia of anti-Isis "coalition" defence chiefs, is all part of the Government's attempt to soften voters up for the despatch of troops to join the US-led crusade against Islamic extremists in Iraq.
Talk about putting a finger in the dyke. While the Government seems to think a few New Zealand troops in Iraq will make a difference, Isis lookalikes have been slitting the throats of innocent Egyptian Christians thousands of kilometres away on a Libyan beach. South of the Sahara desert, their ideological blood-brothers Boko Haram continue their murderous rampage not just in Nigeria, but in neighbouring Cameroon, Chad and Niger.
It's not being defeatist or isolationist to say this is a situation that needs less guns and troops, not more. Certainly not more from an independent democracy at the bottom of the world that has just been elected to a select seat on the United Nations Security Council. As a non-permanent member of this council we should be relishing our potential role as the honest broker, attempting to bring peace to trouble spots, not adding to the killing. We've sensibly avoided sending off a gunboat to the Crimea to help the Ukrainians fight the Russian invaders. Why is injustice in the deserts of Iraq more worthy of going to war over?
Prime Minister John Key argues that sending troops to Iraq "is the price of the club" we belong to. He seems to have forgotten we're now also a member of the exclusive inner circle club of the United Nations. It's our chance to make peace, not war. And while we're at it, to load up a Globemaster with humanitarian aid and personnel instead of guns and soldiers, and return with a plane-load of refugees.