Monday, February 17, 2003

I know that Saddam and Osama sound a lot alike....

Why exactly is it that the warbloggers can't figure out that Iraq had nothing to do with 9/11? I really hesitate to link to some of the "take that hill, hoo-yah" hyperbole that comes so naturally from those who will be watching the war front-row-center on Fox news, with a Zima in one hand and a box of Screaming Yellow Zonkers in the other, but this is so over the top that I thought it was fairly amusing in a watching-the-guy-in-the-wifebeater-tank-on-COPS kinda way.

We're in a war at the moment, a war that might get very very ugly before its over, but nevertheless the consequences of NOT fighting it are very likely to be even WORSE.

And we're the only damn CO on the planet. Or, at the very least, the only nation capable of backing up our claim to the rank, a rank that we never asked for in the first place.

But we're on Omaha Beach right now, pinned down by enemy machinegun fire from the bunkers up ahead, watching our fellow soldiers being cut down by the Grim Reaper while we cower behind the obstacles on the beach, every logical fibre of our being screaming to us to keep hugging the ground rather than advancing into the killing fields ahead.

But deep within, at the back of our minds and as a result of our training, we KNOW that if we don't knock out those positions up ahead, we'll all end up dead sooner or later, so it's up to us or somebody else to stand up and cry "who wants to live forever?, ON ME!" and charge up towards the sea wall.

And we're the only ones likely to take the initiative. If we do, the rest will get the message and follow, but if we wait for somebody else to jump of first, we're likely to get disappointed... And dead...

It's time to put our mouthes(sic) where our money is, to show the world why we're the strongest nation on Earth and to leave them to either follow or piss off into infamy as the filthy cowards they are.

U-S-A! U-S-A! U-S-A! (....repeat until all logical thought and facts are just misty water-colored memories of the people we were....)