Driving in Kuwait; Inshallah

This update was actually written on September 26, but due to work constraints, I wasn't able to post it until now.

Today was an eventful, dare I say, exciting day in Kuwait. To preface my story, I must explain that I have three bosses. Bosses #2 and #3 essentially have equal control over me—blowing off one for the other has little consequence since they are the same rank (though boss #2 writes my evaluations). Boss #1 has total control over all I do, a real “you beckoned sire!” type relationship. He also has control over bosses #2 and 3, often resulting in my detriment. Anywhoo, more on bosses later. So boss #3 and I had to drive from Camp Buehring to the Kuwait International Airport to pickup boss #1. Leaving the gates of our compound we traversed through a barren wasteland that resembled Luke’s home planet from Starwars (please stop reading this blog if you knew the real name). The majority of this territory is used for military purposes, both American and Kuwati, and for animal husbandry (camels, sheep). The road was virtually deserted as far as one could see. On the roadside we passed sundry garbage piles in which wild dogs scavenged about. We also passed a half eaten/half rotting camel corpse; situated on the pavement as if one half of the camel had been cut entirely away.
Further down the road we came across another pack of wild dogs who were circling ‘round what appeared to be a small human baby! Fearing the worst, we pulled over and fired some warning shots to scare off the dogs. I quickly ran over to find a small baby girl wrapped in swaddling clothes, seemingly unharmed! Miles from any sort of civilization, and unsure of exactly what to do, boss #3 and I decided to sell the baby on Ebay, and donate 15% of our profits to charity. Continuing south on Highway 80, we approached the outskirts of the town of Al Jahra. For those uniformed readers, Highway 80 north of Al Jahra is the site of the “Highway of Death” in which some 1,400 Iraqi vehicles and accompanying soldiers were slaughtered on a bottlenecked portion of the highway. The incident garnered quite a bit of media coverage because of the implications of war crimes—the Iraqi's were allegedly retreating and were engaged with weapon systems of considerable disproportion (a violation of Geneva Conventions). The Kuwati’s, in there infinite wisdom (read: indolence) have decided to leave the wreckage virtually untouched on the side of the highway for all to see. I suppose it could be a war monument of sorts. As we closed on Kuwait City, traffic picked up quite a bit and the highway expanded into 6 lanes. Driving in Kuwait would be like driving on an American road where only teenagers and raccoons were behind the wheel. There is a pervasive ideology in the Kuwaiti (Arab) world known as “Inshallah”. Translated it means “if God wills it” and it is used in replace of any sort of rational judgment. So in Kuwait, God is actually the pilot, not the Copilot. To put it bluntly, Kuwaitis drive like real assholes. Luckily (inshallah?) we made it to the airport unscathed and picked up Boss #1.