Hot Caramel

Oh, oh, oh, how we wanted it so. Oh we wanted it so bad, so bad. We were dying for a war, and a knight riding in like Gawain, or Galahad. But all was not what it seems, we did not hear the screams, from a sargent who had been there, from General who was on the air, from a Governor who knew it unfair. It was all drown out by the blare, with a little help from Tony Blair.

A frat boy Presidency, with all the buff young men in charge, and charged, and charging. Some of us, still want it so, a firm President, with a firm belief that no means "fuck me harder." From the beginning, he has been firm. And with a surge of firm manly confidence, and a swelling of national pride, which affirms everything he stands for. Stands. Firm. Stands. Firm. That's how frat boys are, firm and headed for daddy's firm when they can firm up their transcript a bit with some gut classes. And as far from the fight as possible. They have better babes to do.

Oh, oh, oh, how we wanted it so. We wanted it so bad, the sands like caramel, the waves of young men rising like a swell, on the ocean. We wanted to be had. Judith Miller was our patron saint, only she was paid in better coin.

We wanted them to rip through our constitution and take us, to tear out first amendment away and run their firm hands all over our country, using his huge mandate on us, paying close attention to the twin towers that are what everyone stared at in the skyline of Manhattan. Lovely lady liberty wanted nothing more, nothing more, oh how she begged for it. We wanted to be wet, wet, wet for him.

Blame who you like, because oh, oh, oh, how we wanted it so. Wanted to be his whore and let him use, use, use. Like a drum or a muse, a siren song we can't refuse, a IED that won't defuse.

That's why we didn't need to discuss or debate whether to go to war. Instead, two big smoking pillar argued it for us, and we were warporned into it. I've seen the writing of the time described as "an endless parade of wargasms." And strangely, for such a hard, firm, President, it was soft old men like Thomas Friedman, David Brooks, Karl Rove and Ari Fleisher that argued for him. Among the warporners, the women were men, the men were women, and the country was ready to be sheep.

So we stumbled into the bed we had made. Everything else left unsaid. And our execution was left unstayed, we sore afraid. We were so afrad, that we forgot who the bull horn was pointed at.

But we've grown sick and tired of Bush. Some of us want, recovery. Recovery is a long way away. Because we have to admit more than that we are sick and tired of Bush, but we have to admit that we were sick, and tired, and confused. And that we are finally sick and tired of being sick and tired.

We are tired of a festival of failures, and arming the enemy. Even Republicans do not want forty more years, or even four. We do not even want any more.

And we are just barely ready to do just that. We finally smell a rat. The whispers for impeachment are now old hat. Now just fancy that.

We were dying for a war that we wanted so bad, so bad, so bad. And like caramel it is hot and sticks to everything, everywhere and everyone. Will it matter if we want out of it so bad, so bad. Only if we cry, and scream out loud, so loud that they can hear us, in their dreams, will they hear our screams.

We have to want out that bad, because the taste of it will be sweeter than sugar, and more intoxicating than porn.

DUBAI

A dispatch from Stinkeye:

The always lily-livered MSM would have you believe that the Middle East is in utter shambles. Such screeds of woe, misery, and horror bore me to tears. Sheesh. Get over it, already. Move on. I have. It’s a month since I started serving at the pleasure of Halliburton and I can tell you that the Middle East is to die for! Dubai is fantastic! My decorating gig for Halliburton Corporate is gushing pure oily gold. A couple of weeks ago CEO Dave Lesar, the maestro at moving on, domestically and Iranily, said, “ stinkeye, what’s say you do more than shmooze around here?” ‘Not to worry, Dave’, I told him, though I didn’t take his meaning. ‘Not to worry, Dave’ is what everyone says to him. So, I decided to schmooze around other speculators at the Nad Al Sheba Racecourse on March 31st. Gambling may be illegal in the emirate but the Dubai World Cup is a $6,000,000 race, savy? A sadder but wiser stinkeye knows not to place a ‘prediction’ with Sheik Yerbouti. Ah well, win a little, lose a lot. Wait just a slavering nanosecond, sister, that’s not the way a real Dave Lesar groupie thinks. Hmmmm…Eureeka! I remembered that exactly a year ago that ghoul, Senator Dorgan and that creep, Congressman Waxman, were gnawing on some of that a woe, misery and horror vis a vis Halliburton’s outstanding support for our troops. As I’ve said, such screeds bore me to tears. However, my reaction was considerably more visceral when a Halliburton alumna put things in perspective.

One short year later? KBR? Who? Never heard of 'em. Suckers. The California Leftist Waxman can pound sand. Hah! The United States has no extradition treaty with the United Arab Emirates! You go, Dave! I’m not worthy, I’m so not worthy. In synergizing blasto mode, the latest stinkeye crude came a bubbling to the surface; WATER, my friends!

'Waste not, want not, except in no bid contractual agreements, of course, hah, hah, hah' is the whispered code when Halliburton gives you the secret handshake. Well, all that old spew in Iraq was 50 gallon drummed here before Dorgan’s co-bozos could start messing around with their own litmus paper.

I'm calling it something simple, 'W'.
Leftists are enamored with such minimalism and they’re my target guzzlers. They think stinky cheese is delightsome and they pay through the nose for it. Why not stinky H2O? Hmmmm, maybe I can get a no bid water contract for all the VA hospitals. That which doesn’t kill you makes you stronger! Stinky ’Wet n Wild’ is in the chute. Jenna and not Jenna will be endorsing it. Can’t you just smell the money?

Ain’t war great?

The liberal soul shall be made black: but she that watereth shall be watered also herself Proverbs. 11: 25

The Bush Doctrine

Sy Hersh writes about the Bush Doctrine here, and talks about it here. No word yet on whether Dick Cheney presented a bible and a cake to the Lebanese Sunni warlords.