Avatar or "The Curious Instance of the Nuke on Pandora"

I will save you all my rehashing of James Cameron's latest masturbatory epic's similarities to Dances With Wolves and Pocahontas (http://failblog.org/2010/01/10/avatar-plot-fail/)

I'm also going to avoid describing, at least in detail, how the visual strength of the film hinges on its' marked resemblance to a 162 minute acid trip.

I'm even going to avoid mocking the slew of escapist theater junkies who have expressed feelings of intense depression and terminal ennui due to the fact that they can't really go to Pandora and get freaky with trees and what not.

I am instead going to pose a few questions.

Why didn't the humans just nuke the mother loving "Tree of Souls" from space?

Why did they feel that sending slow moving, insufficiently armored helicopters into the middle of a floating terrestrial asteroid field within the effective altitude of a myriad of nimble enemy combatants was the right tactical choice?

Why did they need to deposit ground troops into a dense jungle when their target was a single, static enemy structure?

And don't give me any garbage about how the area disrupted their guidance systems. They knew the location of the damn tree and they could've carpet bombed the whole canyon or hit it with a effing cruise missile (we have those NOW for Pete's sake!). Bullshit, total bullshit.

Yes the purpose of a movie, if you're a cynical jerk, is to sell tickets and yes, in that regard the movie has overwhelmingly succeeded, but come on!
Don't ask me to root against my species Mr. Cameron and if you do please have a better argument than "on this planet the hippie mysticism is justified because it's scientific, see we have scientists and they do science" And don't think I didn't catch that dig that we humans have killed our "earth mother" as if by developing the wherewithal to discredit a unifying mystical pantheism we have some how destroyed it. (Wow, my rant is getting a little off topic but whatever)
Give me a break, sentimental sappy douchebaggery in 3D is still sentimental sappy douchebaggery and thus I feel the need to call shenanigans.

If I ever go to Pandora, I will be sure to wear some flowers in my hair but until then SHENANIGANS. That is all.
- T

P.s. You know I totally looked up Avatar porn the moment I came back from the theater (much to the chagrin of the GLW).