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01/21/10
War?
War? What? What's that you say? Did you say we're at war? At war with who, with what? Geez, that's news to me! Say what? We've been at war for seven years? Seven whole years?
Oh, now I get it, get what you're driving at, I think. You mean "Operation Iraqi Freedom," begun in 2003, That quagsand-quickmire sequel to Vietnam, in the Middle East.
OK, so it's a matter of semantics, between you and me. You call our illegal invasion of a sovereign nation a war, Justified on the basis of suspected WMD's nobody ever dug up
And a trumped-up CIA guarantee that Saddam and Chemical Ali Single-handedly blew up the World Trade Center And that Uday and Qusay were perverts deserving Regime Change.
You already know I've got my shit detector set to DINOSAUR DUNG. Let's get back to calling a war a faux pas, a fiasco, a FUBAR, Like Afghanistan, too, and, before you know it, Pakistan, Yemen, Iran.
Also, almost all of us in this smug, disaffected country of ours Have turned our backs on those two bottom-feeding money suckers. Only thing, besides GI's, we've sacrificed is our hard-earned taxes.
If this is war, why is it that the only things we're fighting, here at home, Are foreclosures, jobs gone AWOL, bread lines, ten-dollar Tylenols, Repossession of our Harleys, McMansions, Mexican lawn people?
War? If this is war, I'll eat my made-in-China sombrero. All we're getting out of Regime Change is chump change on the yuan And damaged goods coming home to commit suicide.
Instead of enlisting to kill shoe and underpants bombers, Kill opium-growing exporters of camel-jockey-Muhammad jihadists, Kill sand niggers who'd lynch our obese asses, Mississippi style,
We're only shooting ourselves, in the toes, the gonads, the pride. War? I'll tell you what war really is. It's when a country goes so broke, All it can do is take to the streets and beat hell out of itself.
01/21/10
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