For quite some time, I’ve been getting less and less gung ho on the Iraq war. I don’t believe that it is possible to win clean, politically correct wars against an entrenched insurgency. For all my adult life, I’ve seen the pampered hands of the politicians holding back the leashes of our military, and I’m sick of it. We’d all be speaking German or Japanese by now if we hadn’t fought WWII like wars should be fought, and Roger, you’d be a lampshade. In another ten years, if this keeps up, I’ll be ready for my state of Washington to secede from this milksop union and go its own damn way. Rumsfeld, smumsfeld, the next damn dumsfeld, what does it matter? One thing I can be sure of is that he’ll never have set his foot down on my street, much less be aware of the neighborhood I live in.

I sincerely doubt that any change to the present Iraq policy is going to swerve in a direction of my liking.

And I’m not sure if the Iraqi government itself is not part of the problem.

As far as I’m concerned, the best people in this country are wearing military uniforms, and every time another serviceman/servicewoman goes down in that middle eastern shithole, my heart hardens further against those souless bastards in Washington, DC.