With the surge making fabulous progress and the Iraqis loving what we do , I’ll take the job. Perhaps if we waited the dreaded 6 months ,then we will get oodles of generals wanting the easy job and high retirement.
So, don’t we have a guy in charge of the Defense Department already? Perhaps we should create a special office for one man to be the commander of all military forces. We could call him the Commander in Chief, or something like that.
I’ll do it. But, there are several things I’ll need…
– several thousand troops at my hand. They’ll all wear white armour and helmets with black eye pieces.
– full access to all DARPA technologies.
– a suit… a black mechanized suit… oh yeah, with a black helmet.
I can see it now (background begins to swirl)…
The officer sneers back at DustyButt, mocking him: “Don’t try to frighten us with your ways, DustyButt. Your sad devotion to those ancient tactics has not helped you conjure up their WMD’s or given you clairvoyance enough to find the Rebel’s hidden fortress…”
Raising one black armored fist, DustyButt gives the skeptical officer a demonstration of his powers… he begins to strangle the hell out of the officer: “I find your lack of faith disturbing.” President Bush commands DustyButt to release the choking grip: “Enough of this! D.B., Let his ass go!”
DustyButt complies and the officer collapses.
Wha!?.. Huh???
Would he be above or below the Decider? Because we’ve already got one of those. Turns out his job is to sit in his office and say No to people. Cuz Deciding stuff is Hard Work.
Seems to me a Commander in Chief would butt heads with the Decider. Maybe not such a good idea.
If you really want to have some “fun,” ask them if that’s because none of them know how to spell “bullet catcher.” (Make sure you have your escape route well planned out in advance before you do this, though. :eek: )
Note that the “Czar” would be in charge in name only. All the decisions would still be made by Cheney&Co as usual. It’s just like Tom Ridge wasn’t actually running Homeland Security.
All the blame and no ability to fix anything. And they are surprised people aren’t lining up for this dream job?
Well, shit. Give it to me then. Hell, I ought to be able to parlay the job into the CEO position of some defense contractor or something. Then I can run that into the ground, bail with a golden parachute and retire to a tropical island filled with half-nekkid wimmins.
With any luck, he’ll be named Ozzy, and we can build a statue to him. Complete with inscription, "My name is Ozzy, Czar of Czars. Look upon my works, ye mighty, and despair ! "