I think I need to design a special banner for some of my entries.
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Or something like that.
So, we have definite proof that Bin Laden and Saddam weren’t in bed together. And leave it to some folks to find something sinister in the fact that the story came out on a Friday. In the immortal words of Garfield the cat, “big, fat, hairy deal.” Proving who lied and who didn’t when the decision was made to jump off the cliff is starting to look like trying to prove how many angels can dance on the head of a pin. In other words, you can’t. There are so many little lies, big lies, partial lies and tiny little truths swirling around now that none of the different sides are going to believe anyone else anyway.
One, I consider myself a liberal. Two, I lean towards the "we broke it, now we have to fix it" school. I believe we went into the wrong country, at the wrong time, for the wrong reasons. BUT WE'RE THERE NOW. Getting out with as little additional damage to the Iraqis as possible and with a few shreds of our honor intact is about all we can hope for.
I don't have any answers. I wish I did. This scares me more than anything ever has. My grand nieces and nephews are going to be stuck sorting out the fallout from this mess. Hell, my great, greats are probably going be stuck cleaningup this mess. But calling each other names isn't going to solve the problem. Pointing fingers isn't going to solve the problem because when you point one finger at somebody else the rest are pointed back at yourself. Yelling certainly doesn’t work. The people you’re trying to convince are all crouching over in the corners with their eyes closed, fingers in their ears and humming really, really loud. As much as I believe George Bush has been, and is, a total disaster, he has accomplished one thing. Warren G Harding is no longer the worst president in American history. Just think what Harding could have accomplished if he'd had two terms to work with. But, I think we should leave the sorting out to the history books. With any luck we’ll all still be here to read them. Right now I don’t think the who is as important as the how, as in how do we clean up this God/dess forsaken mess?
And I’m going to head out on the limb with my trusty, rusty hacksaw on this one. I don’t think the mid term elections are going to make any difference. If the Republicons, uh ‘scuse me, Republicans remain in control of both houses everything will be buried deeper than Jimmy Hoffa. If the Democrats manage to get control of at least one house they’ll probably pull a Ken Starr and spend the next two years tying everything up in investigations that won’t change anything while our troops and the Iraqi civilians try to get out of the damn killing zones.
This reminds me a little of the cartoon picture of a tombstone. The legend on it? “I told you I had the right of way.” Sound familiar?