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December 15, 2005

"Every Purple Finger Is..."

"...a bullet to the chest of the terrorists.” [via Mr. Goldstein]
"...a thumb in the eye of Moqtada al-Sadr."
"...a punch in the head and a boot to the left buttock of President Mahmoud Ahmadinejad."
"...a really styling flying kick to the face of Abu Musab al-Zarqawi, followed by a stoning and an after-party. With beer. And lapdances."
"...an unlubed MOAB up the rectum of Osama bin Laden."
"...a nice box of chocolates for Tony Blair."
"...a grudging mention of President Bush."



No serious person would think anything other. The question is: Where will democracy take Iraq and what will the body count will be. It's madness. But we own it. So, yeah. Buttock boots and chocolaty Brits for now.
RM

There are far too many unserious people in the world, and a significant number of stagger through the halls of the Capitol...they also run newspapers, or for President. They're everywhere. And before you know it you're in a sealed-up room, the air hazed with pyrethrin, sucking it down, sucking it down...never mind.

Anyway, my guess - as I suggested on Tuesday- is that democratic Iraq will eventually start voting for and doing stuff that we don't much care for, at which point we'll either be grown-ups about it...or what, exactly?

When that day comes we'd better not give Chomsky even a moment's satisfaction, whether he's dead or not.

Especially if he's dead.

Sirs,

I've been down to Tuesday. I'm impressed--I doubt the Vulcans gave the region that much consideration in the run up to the war.

And if I may, in response to the situation on the ground, quote Chico Marx:

"Aaaagh, datsa no goo'!"

It's fairly obvious that what we've achieved in Iraq goes kinda like this: Replace the “murderous dictator lid” on civil war with a “democracy-enhancing occupation lid” via war. The latter lid doesn't fit as tightly, and tens of thousands still die as the civil war actually gets under way.
So we're stuck until the next lid comes, which might be via the “democratic” election of an Iraqi version of Iran’s Mr. I’maJimmyDad.

If this happens, I'll be impatient with the Bush Administration or its minions if they make with the, "Hey we gave them democracy, they just didn't know how to deal," stuff. Because a lot of the unserious were suggesting this would be the case prior to the war. Seriously!

Aaaaagh, Datsa no goo’!,
Rick