Ma Foust: How’m I gonna know about ya, Josh? They could take ya off their blogrolls and I’d never know. They could send cut ya out of the Human Terrain System and I’d never know. They could send ya back to Bagram and upbraid ya for walkin’ down Disney Drive without the right reflective sash on. And I’d never know! How’m I gonna know?

Josh Foust: Maybe it’s like Pashtunwali says. A fella ain’t got any honor of his own, but honor that’s determined within the context of a broader set of community obligations –

Ma Foust: How’m I gonna know about ya, Josh?

Josh Foust: I’ll be everywhere in the blogosphere. Wherever a reporter treats Kabul like it’s a daytrippin’ destination, I’ll be there. Wherever a gen’ral expresses concepts that I believe in but don’t express ‘em exactly like I woulda, I’ll be there. Wherever a bigfoot journo passes off ignorance as a mark of seriousness an’ learnedness, I’ll be there. Wherever a blogger misconstrues Pashtunwali fer an obnoxious blog post, I’ll be there. But seriously, Ma, what the motherfucking fuck is up with this fucking ABC reporter writing about getting a goddamn Swedish massage for almost as money than an average Afghan makes in a fucking year without any sense of basic human empathy or –

Ma Foust: OK, OK, I’mma know aboutcha, Josh.