yeah, well, I have years of survival among the terrorists in academia, the most vicious I know. One doesn't go for victory, one goes for humilation, victory is only the icing you wipe in their face after the humilation.
...and I doubt you'll need my meager talents in wordsmithing with the Taliban, you hold your own quite well. Don't forget to bring a lighter with you, those beards have got to be flamable.
By the way, one tactic I've always thought would be fun is the old trick with lighter fluid, blowing it out of one's mouth, while lighting it (or was it alcohol). Anyhow, when engaged in vigorous debate with Frick or Frack, I would get endless hours of enjoyment watching the look on their faces as you fry their turbans with a well aimed shot, then tell'em the Great Satan sent you...