Wednesday, November 28, 2007

How cozy

How cozy and it will be that way for quite sometime in fact for evermore it would seem
2. Supporting the Republic of Iraq in its efforts to combat all terrorist groups, at the forefront of which is Al-Qaeda, Saddamists, and all other outlaw groups regardless of affiliation, and destroy their logistical networks and their sources of finance, and defeat and uproot them from Iraq. This support will be provided consistent with mechanisms and arrangements to be established in the bilateral cooperation agreements mentioned herein. 3. Supporting the Republic of Iraq in training, equipping, and arming the Iraqi Security Forces to enable them to protect Iraq and all its peoples, and completing the building of its administrative systems, in accordance with the request of the Iraqi government. ~read more~

I try to restrain myself from drinking this early in the morning but this morning I just might relent. Won't someone, please, rid us of these troublesome NeoCons! And, the sooner the better. Where are Lee Harvey, James Earl or Charles when we really need them or is that just the way crazy people do things? Why surely no one would go out and create a stable of the unstable just in case no one might need to push them over the edge. Pushed of course in the right direction over the right edge. Well, let's not pursue this line of speculation lest the professional speculators send their cretinous goons out to talk to us, eh.

3 comments:

Migs Bassig said...

"Relent"!

Drinking in the morning: it's a (pleasant) temptation, I think, that one succumbs to. And not just relent. But who's not minding his own business? I hope not I.

Oh, but has this world turned to but one big calamity. Political calamities, natural calamities, even calamities of the sexual kind...

Migs Bassig said...

But "WHAT" has this world...! Ha! Blame the alkie. Or maybe not.

Popeye said...

Uh, yes, relenting or perhaps repenting might be in order, certainly sobering up, eh?

Calamity? Was that Jane?

Oh well, it's five o'clock somewhere, right?

If only this was some drunken bad dream, but it is all too real, sadly.