So you launch a bunch of cruise missiles to hit radars and blow up SAM sites and muss up the landscaping at Gadaffy’s place and use F-15s to crater runways and blast tanks and then turn to the crowd assembled and say, “Who wants to lead today? Where’s Germany, they’re good a desert warfare. Whatddya mean they left the room. How about the Swedes? They haven’t lead anything in a long time. Luxembourg raised its hand. I didn’t even know you were a country. Alright, who’s all for tiny, plucky Luxembourg leading? Oh, you need to go to the bathroom. Did the Austrians say something? I don’t speak Austrian.”