A Jehovah's Witness in a clown suit trying to make an cheese omlette with a chainsaw at bottom of a shark tank.

"Peculiar travel suggestions are dancing lessons from God."

Time for you to play art critic and, taking what you know and feel about the war in Iraq, come up with your candidate for the artistic expression which you feel comes closest to describing our Iraq adventure.

Okay, here goes:
A mad U.S. president (who's really just a clown at heart), at the behest of interested parties and think tanks, decide to wage war and also decide to hand off control of their little foray in nation-building to an architect with a flair for slapstick buffoonery.

I think that about does it.

Somewhere in my soul, there's always Rock -n- Roll... Joe Strummer

I want to talk about the lunacy in referring to the war in Iraq as a "work of art."  Coming as I do, from the perspective of the Vietnam War, I remember an Army officer saying, "we had to destroy the village to save it" referring to the devastation visited upon a Vietnamese village because they it was thoroughly infiltrated by the VC.  I'd have to put these two quotes from Iraq right up there in terms of stupidity as General Caldwell's gem:

1.  "Freedom's untidy, and free people are free to make mistakes and commit crimes and do bad things" -- Donald Rumsfeld

2.  "My belief is we will, in fact, be greeted as liberators" -- Dick Cheney

3. "My answer is bring 'em on" -- George W. Bush.  Over three years and close to 3,000 American lives later, I guess you might say the terrorists heard him and brought it on.  Heckuva job, Georgie!

Illegitimi non carborundum.

Waiting for Godot has more of a ring to it.  

Rumsfeld and Cheney arrive at a pre-determined country and are waiting for Victory to arrive.  They're soon joined by Bush, who claims to own Iraq, and his manservant Rove.  Bush has a chicken and eats it, throwing the bones to Rumsfeld and Cheney to make their policy.  Eventually a boy arrives to tell them that Victory won't be coming today, but certainly tomorrow.

Even though it will never happen, I would love to see that son of a bitch impeached and then dragged down Pennsylvania Ave by strands of Christo's saranwrap.

It's the end of the world as we know it, and I feel fine

It's the "Scream", right?

We have a new type of rule now.  Not one man rule or rule of aristocracy or plutocracy, but of small groups elevated to positions of absolute power by random pressures and subject to political and economic factors that leave little room for decision.  They're representatives of abstract forces who've reached power through surrender of self.

The Iron-Will Dictator is a thing of the past.  There will be no more Stalins, no more Hitlers.  The rulers of this most insecure of all worlds are rulers by accident, inept, frightened pilots at the controls of a vast machine they cannot understand, calling in experts to tell them which buttons to push.

-William S. Burroughs, Dead City Radio

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