Not For US, Kid

In this morning’s Los Angeles Times, we find an article about Marines training in the California deserts, and how their new life – learning to take life – is changing them. They are just months out of high school.

Crookston, 19, and away from home for the first time, is certain he could kill if called upon, particularly if his quarry were one of the religious zealots of the Taliban. If Talibs can kill for their ideals, he said, he could kill for his.

“I’m defending my homeland — my family — my country,” he said, weary and filthy after a long day of training in the Mojave Desert. “And I’m willing to kill for my country.”

It just doesn’t cease to amaze me. How are they getting these kids to believe this crap? Is it just that they’re young and idealistic and stupid? Or is there some sort of mind control involved?

Before Bush became president, the Taliban were pouring hell out onto Afghanistan and blowing up Buddhist statues. Sure, they hated US, but they we not real threat until we started sending them Marines to kill.

There is no Marine or solider anywhere in the Gulf fighting to defend the US. We’re not sure what they’re fighting for, but it’s not national defense. So you’re not going over there to kill or be killed to defend your country, kid. You’re going over to prosecute Bush’s agenda, whatever the hell it really is. I think he doesn’t have one; he’s just a monkey with his fist caught in a pickle jar. Let’s hope your family considers this a valuable pickle.

Note To My Pal Barack

Yo, B.O., Buddy (his close friends like Squelch call him B.O.) you need to back off just a little with the e-mails, homey.

(Notice I didn’t say back off with the B.O. He doesn’t like B.O. jokes. Had his fill of those back in madrasah.)

Oh, I’m kidding, I’m kidding!

But really, Big B, dude, four or five e-mails a day is just too much. Between you and big old Junkyard (Hillary’s close friends like Squelch call her Junkyard, ’cause she’s meaner than a junkyard dog) I can’t count your e-mails for one day on both hands.

I’m not saying don’t write. You know I love you both, and we gotta stay in touch – Edwards and Kucinich too. But I need to get some work done here. Somebody’s got to do some.

I’m saving up to collect all the bobblehead dolls of 2007-2008 Democratic candidates. You know them things ain’t cheap. Gonna be the first on my block, dawg!

Peace out.

The Full Four Quarters

Well good. I’m glad to see that Hillary has pulled out another first down, even if she is still closer to her own end zone than to Barak’s. This is the big show after all, the NFL. They play the full four quarters at this level. And I love it when it’s still anybody’s game at the two minute warning. I’m a big fan of the hail Mary pass to win.

I got e-mails from Obama and Clinton tonight. Hillary’s rationalizing, and claiming a patriotic mandate. Obama wants cash. I was under the impression he’s pretty flush. Maybe he’s expecting this to go into overtime.

Going Down in History

“In an informal survey of 109 professional historians conducted over a three-week period through the History News Network, 98.2 percent assessed the presidency of Mr. Bush to be a failure while 1.8 percent classified it as a success.

Asked to rank the presidency of George W. Bush in comparison to those of the other 41 American presidents, more than 61 percent of the historians concluded that the current presidency is the worst in the nation’s history.” [Link]

“As far as history goes and all of these quotes about people trying to guess what the history of the Bush administration is going to be, you know, I take great comfort in knowing that they don’t know what they are talking about, because history takes a long time for us to reach.”

— George W. Bush, Fox News Sunday, Feb10, 2008

It’s nice to know that Mr. Bush takes such comfort. I’d hate to think that the miserable, almost unthinkable failure of his administration and indeed his life, is keeping him up at night. Let’s leave the insomnia to the families of service men and women, contractors, and mercenaries, fighting and dying for nothing but Bush’s vacuous entertainment. Let’s leave the discomfort to those returning with missing limbs, disarranged organs, and shattered souls.

No, no, we can’t have The Shrub getting all itchy and scratchy with too much thinkifyin’.

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