Five years later

Boosh thinks it's all good!

It’s March 19.

Again.

And our troops have not left Iraq.

Still.

And Bozo the Chimperator claims, yesterday, that this five years of war has been worth it.

Five years into this battle, there is an understandable debate over whether the war was worth fighting … whether the fight is worth winning … and whether we can win it. The answers are clear to me: Removing Saddam Hussein from power was the right decision and this is a fight America can and must win.

Five years later, and our government continues to promote the logical disconnection between Saddam Hussein and the subjugation of those with alternative lifestyles and religions.

Five years later, and the expenditure of thousands of young lives in the pursuit of securing access to a finite reserve of crude oil is dismissed as “a fight America can and must win”.

Five years later, and the overall death toll has passed a million lives.

Five years later, and our military wouldn’t be able to comprehensively deploy against a major threat anywhere in the world.

Five years later, and a portion of our population would vote to support what would essentially be a third Cheney term; in fact, there is talk amongst the wingnuts that Cheney should be selected as McCain’s running mate.

Five years later, and I continue to have dreams—nightmares—in which I didn’t leave the Army after Desert Storm, and my job now is to lead brave young men and women into the shit-storm that is the Bush Family Agenda.

Stay tuned. I will be blogging on these subjects all day long in support of the March 19 Iraq War Blogswarm. As it coincidentally happens, we may be purchasing a house today, which also explains why I didn’t get anything posted yesterday. There’s never a dull moment in the otherwhirled!

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    you forgot the part when he talked about how “romantic” it was to fight in Afghanistan

    why does even one person like him?

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