Bush vows to “stay in the fight until we have achieved the victory our brave troops have fought for.”
Er, what victory, George? How do we define “won” and when do we get to go home? Seeing as we’re a year-and-a-half passed “Mission Accomplished”, what, the fuck, exactly is it we’re aspiring to accomplish? The Iraqis have their constitution and their fledgling, delicate, likely-to-come-apart-at-high-speeds democracy. Saddam Hussein has been restricted to complete domination of his jail cell. There are no Weapons of Mass Destruction in evidence, and indeed, all available data point to the conclusion that Hussein was largely bluffing when he played his hand of 7 Card Stud with weapons inspectors. Similarly, there is no credible evidence that Hussein did anything more to support Al-Queda other than provide right-of-way; not financial, logistical, or military support that would justify invasion and ongoing occupation.
We know that your intellectual and academic attainments are of a measure best quantified in fractional units, and that by dint of your family connections and conveniently capricous patriotism you managed to miss out on the last major, long-term military adventure our nation embarked on, but good-fucking-Christ could you at least crack open a high school history text and see what happened last time we unilaterally committed to an armed engagement halfway around the globe without any well-defined goals or strategy? The single most important lesson that military and political commanders got out of Vietnam is to have an exit strategy. Fuck, even your father understood that in the last Desert Brawl; go in, accomplish said mission, get the fuck out, and let that part of the world settle their own problems. Remaining in place, indefinitely, is just going to expose our troops and innocent civilians to more insurgent bombing; and as long as we are in place and effectively occupying (whether baldly so or at the behest of the goverment we installed) there will be no lack of fundamentalist Muslims willing to detonate themselves in order to rid their country of Crusaders.
And as an aside, please the fuck would you stop giving speeches and press briefings in a bomber jacket. You don’t look cool, or tough, or authoritative. You aren’t General Douglas MacArthur. You aren’t Jack Ryan. You aren’t Dirk Pitt. You’re a half-wit former coked-up alcoholic frat boy who has attained the rank of chief exec by name recognition, family connections, and blatant exploitation of peoples’ fears and illusions. The least you can do is wear a Og-damned suit and try to look presentable.
Oh, and thanks for totally fucking up the space program, too. The waves of people who are being laid off at JPL right now because decade-long programs are arbitrarily being cut to pay for this dim-bulb, underfunded bullshit program to go to Mars really appreciate your sudden interest in science, but wish that you’d learn even but the slightest bit of information before you start making radical policy changes.
You stupid shit.
Stranger