Thursday, July 05, 2007

Hi! Remember Me?

I'm surprised you don’t. I’m dead now, but back in the ’60s I was pretty hot shit, commanding the American forces in Viet Nam. I'm pretty much like the duped general officers of the Army, Navy, Air Force, and Marines that you see on TV today.

Yes, I respect them for their courage and devotion to duty. However they’re just as much in the dark and as much of the problem as I was back then.

Back then I made sure we got a great body-count. Made sure our boys had as many bullets as they needed. And made sure we got them to a field hospital before they died. Made sure we did everything by the book. Ya know...we never did lose a battle in that war, but we sure as shit lost the war. Why? Because we left. I'm not saying we should have left. I’m here to tell you that it just couldn’t be won. Why? Because we didn’t want to. Because it would have taken the annihilation of an entire people and their country to win. And you know what? The entire area of southeast Asia didn't tumble like a pile of dominoes as the Johnson and Nixon administrations predicted.

Our generals on the ground in Iraq these days are doing a swell job. Just listen to them on TV. They have the capacity, because of technology, to make even more basket cases out of boys who would have ordinarily died. Damn! Aren’t we just swell.

And we won’t win this one either, no matter how many boys die or are saved to become basket cases.

Oh, yeah. I'm General William Westmoreland. Even though you could give a shit.

Wednesday, July 04, 2007

It Helps To Know Your Adversary’s Culture.

“Betrayal is the only truth that sticks.—Arthur Miller

Aw, shucks, look at him. That big, dumb lug thinking he’s got Puti-Poot eating out of his hand. Gonna collect them there flowers. Look into his eyes again and see his soul.

Unfortunately, Bush should have talked to Condoleeza, expert of all things Soviet, regarding Russians and the meaning of the gifts of posies. Especially the color.

If there was one thing I remember from my days at the Eastern European Language School at Syracuse University taught by native Russians who’d escaped from Stalin, it was this. If you give someone yellow flowers, you are going to betray them.

Come into my parlor said the spider to the fly. Let’s see how your legacy fares with this one, G.W. So far, when it comes to disappointing your country, you’re batting 1000.

Tuesday, July 03, 2007

I Was Only Following Orders.

“Clemency is the noblest trait which can reveal a true monarch to the world.—Pierre Corneille

Like a good little Nazi, Scooter merely followed the orders of the Vice President. As a willing thrall of Dick Cheney, he attempted to throw everyone off the trail breadcrumbs that would have led to his boss and most likely the President as well in their undisclosed locations in the White House.

It looks like we’re never going to hear Paul Harvey say, “...and now you know the rest of the story.” With commutation of his sentence and the extreme likelihood that a full pardon is on the way, Dubya and Darth Cheney are off the hook. There will be no blackmail. Scooter will not have to sing like a canary, be a stool pigeon or rat on his former boss.

And it would seem that Dubya subscribes to Pierre Corneille’s view of himself only too well.

Monday, July 02, 2007

I Hold YOU In Contempt, You Worms! Mein Fuerher has set me free! I Have Done Nothing WRONG!

He who is void of virtuous attachments in private life is, or very soon will be, void of all regard for his country. There is seldom an instance of a man guilty of betraying his country, who had not before lost the feeling of moral obligations in his private connections. —Samuel Adams

Does this guy look like a saint?
Didn’t think so.
Did he get a free pass.
Did he deserve it?
I don’t think so.

You look at one son-of-a-bitch who can work it, and you have to think of all the poor sons-o-bitches who never made it, and you have to ask yourself, “Where’s the justice?”

And you answer yourself, because you know. But you don’t feel good about it.

Anyone For A Game Of Softball?

Does anyone remember Gary Guckert? Does Gary Guckert remember Gary Guckert? Does Gary Guckert remeber Jeff Gannon?

Those were simpler times. When Scotty-Bear McClellan could have all his friends over and wow them with tales that he had to make up because nobody would talk to him and tell him what was really going on. Boy he must have felt stupid.

Thank God for Tony Snow! He doesn't make up stories. He lies through his teeth and spins the administration's policy as if it were the word of God.