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Cheerleaders Will Be Angry

I posted about the mail carrier who did not want to pick up mail. I received a bloggy visit from someone with the U.S. Postal Service.

I posted about the U.S. Patent & Trademark Office. I received a bloggy visit from someone with the USPTO.

Now, I'm going to invite others to join the nothingbutlove.net party by going off the deep end. I have a peace symbol on the car, along with The Who sticker; and turning back the clock, I was ready to head on up to the Great White North when I became military draft age back in the day.

The Democratic Congress was supposed to save us: Stop the War! Bring home the troops! Cut the funding!

Yeah, right. "Meet the new boss, same as the old boss," as one modern philosopher has written.

It's time to institute involuntary conscription. I didn't say "military draft." It's time to delay higher education for those high schoolers so inclined. High school graduation time is here, and so is compulsory military service. Fuck the birthday lottery, the winners of which learned to kill effectively and efficiently, according to the body counts back when statistics mattered. Let's teach every high school graduate in the country and all high school drop-outs to kill effectively and efficiently. If Bush wants to escalate, then fucking escalate. Give them all uniforms and M-16's.

Take the gloves off, George, and finally take that fucking silver spoon out of your mouth -- you have a vast pool of conscripts, willing, unwilling, who gives a shit what they think. Turn them into hordes of little green army men with which you can play your war games. There will be more than enough to take on Al Qaeda in Iraq, Al Qaeda in Afghanistan, and Al Qaeda in Lichtenstein. And do it all effectively. Just like you promised.

And you will have more than enough little green army men to quell the violence in the streets, suppress the peaceful protests, and beat the living hell out of those who dare say that the military is undermanned and under-equipped.

Whip out Big Dick to help you. He's one of the coalition of the willing, if I'm not mistaken.

Mission accomplished? You fucked it up, George. You had slightly more than 28% of the people behind you after the Twin Towers were toppled by conspirators. But you fucked it up. FDR took advantage of the "surprise" attack on Pearl Harbor. But you, George ... you fucked up. You dropped the ball. You learned that cheerleaders can't help on the field, but then you should have known that. Just like you knew Al Qaeda was coming to America.

Then you went and fucked it up ... fucked it up bad.

Posted by Bill at May 24, 2007 03:29 PM