Lagrange point
Our new DoD presumptive Robert Gates sees us at a stasis in Iraq. Stalled. We're not winning, no, but then we're not losing, either. Depends on how you keep score, I guess. We can agree that Bob Gates thinks the score is tied [think football] somehow, as the Bush Administration enters it's Constitutionally mandated fourth quarter and [think snowtires and beer, and a Lazy-Boy,]as the old man finally limps home with an analogy.
Q; Will Bob Gates bring any dead American troops back to life?
A; No...Raising soldiers from the dead is probably a violation of the Geneva Convention.
Since President Bush has planted both feet squarely in Mesopotamian muddy and looks not like he won't be budged anytime soon, Gates' job will be to run out the clock on the new Democrat Congress. Play to tie at home, and to win on the ground beef, and feed more, and still more troops, into the slaughter slaughter, upping, ever upping the ante for 2008 in blood and treasure, and not just for democracy, anymore, but for some slobbery aphorisms and hopes for peace, and as always, always, more denial, nihilism and death.
So, surrender's not an option? No, if we're not losing (not winning), the war in Iraq, which we're not, we then cannot just lay down our arms, and report to the responsible Iraqi authorities, if any? Who said we could? Nancy Pelosi? That would be too easy, of course, and because real justice is never, never going down at the end of a rifle, it's got to be with something else in combination.
Responsibility.
Who? What? Why? As in who invaded whom and why? Well, it seems that sadly, we invaded them, not the other way around and not at all because of how badly we indulge our sons in their violent adolescent fantasies in this culture. Hell no, and I'll lick any man who says otherwise. This wasn't a war so much as a primitive gang rape, hot and fresh from Ol' George Bush's diseased mind into your living rooms in high definition in time for X-mas and Boxing Day in the UK.
Yes...You were thrilled and titillated, and some of your soul got sucked out of you as you cheered on the Legions of the Supposed Good Guys, the new riding deciders of the purple age, on their gory glory road to Baghdad. A blessed release, a sweet summer shower...A real douche bag.
Oh yeah, they have some oil, too.
7:21:25 PM 
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