Take this quiz and send out your scores, people! You’ve got to beat my 156.
Hilarious short by Jason Windsor of Albino Blacksheep
In his memoirs, “A World Transformed,” written five years ago, George Bush, Sr. wrote the following to explain why he didn’t go after Saddam Hussein at the end of the Gulf War.
“Trying to eliminate Saddam…would have incurred incalculable human and political costs. Apprehending him was probably impossible … We would have been forced to occupy Baghdad and, in effect, rule Iraq … there was no viable “exit strategy” we could see, violating another of our principles. Furthermore, we had been consciously trying to set a pattern for handling aggression in the post-Cold War world. Going in and occupying Iraq, thus unilaterally exceeding the United Nations’ mandate, would have destroyed the precedent of international response to aggression that we hoped to establish. Had we gone the invasion route, the United States could conceivably still be an occupying power in a bitterly hostile land.”
To paraphrase Michael Moore, the Repubs and Dems should just become one large party that represents the interests of the greedy rich (notice I qualify my namecalling), one that will pave the way for Americans to create a party that stands for the needs of the working class. Or anyone who really earns one’s money, no matter how much.
Vacationing in Barcelona right now. Por favor ver mas abajo.
I wasn’t in the US when Schwarzebanger got elected, thank Yahweh. But it was all over the news on this continent, mostly serving as the butt end of lots of jokes ridiculing the American system of power-mongering. Again, speaking of marrying sex with government, the groper won. And they gave Slick Willy such a hard time. Aaaah, ye of little attention spans.
Midnight in Noordwijkerhout, The Netherlands. I’m watching a French movie with French subtitles. The room is hot. I have no chocolate. I am really watching an awful French movie with French subtitles (in BFE, Holland). Not surprising given the French.
Remarkably peaceful and cheerful for a large part of the past looong weekend, Paris gave me only a total of 4 rude people. Except that all four of them happened in the last six hours we were there. Two rude waiters and two two rude informationistas at the Louvre. Everyone else until then had been really friendly, on par with the misconception that an encounter with one asshole automatically renders his entire tribe a bunch of irredeemable pricks. Hence, American popularity abroad.
I’m watching a French movie with French subtitles. With no chocolate. And it’s hot in my hotel room. Gah.
