It's been fascinating, this war.
(what a thing to say)
But there it is.
Not so much for the war itself, because - hell - there's been no suprise there, but for the reaction to it.
I felt emboldened by Angelina Jolie going into Iraq in the midst of the chaos, sporting a burka, and asking for an end.
Who here could forget the Rich Kids for Peace, violently overthrowing the faculty of Wharton School, demanding an end to limited investment opportunities - demanding, dammit - their fair share. There were many rolls of toilet paper being thrown. One gentleman was forced to drink copiuous amounts of water. There was hazing. I believe a librarian was bruised in the fracas. The National Guard responded, via Blueberry from Iraq.
And who could forget the sad sight of the Bush daughters, weeping upon finding out that their flat feet exempted them from military service in Iraq. "Servicing is what we know" said they, despondant.
Then there were the marches. Thousands upon thousands stormed the Capital demanding.... oh wait... that also didn't happen.
In fact, there's been nothing. Nada. Whatsoever.
Iraq war supporters (you know who you are), I know it, this kills you more than the deaths of your own brethren. Because finally, maybe, here, there is nobody waiting in the wings to step out from behind the curtain except the mirror image of you.
And normal folks? They're starting to just not buy you anymore.
There is nobody for you to lynch for your mistake, and nobody you can foist off as accountable for these incredible failures.
No Jane this time.
In other news, the Army has raised the maximum age for recruits for the National Guard and the Army Reserve by five years, from the current 34 years old to 39.
In other news, nobody on the AH BBS is biting.
