On to Damascus! And Tehran! And… Er…
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God, what a wankfest.
My friends, I remember when the war in Iraq as supposed to be a quick, opening segment of a comprehensive project to cauldronize the Middle East. Now that we’ve elected the socialist black dude, though, Greater Wingnuttia has trimmed its expectations to the point that a phone call from the Bedwetters’ Ernie Pyle to Glenn Reynolds is sufficient to send them reaching into their pants for an afternoon of satisfaction.
Oh, well. There’s probably still time to nuke Tora Bora!