Over at American Samizdat Dr. Menlo gets angry:
Yes, it’s not exactly as if there’s a fair fight going on there, is there? When your back is turned, somebody walks up to you on a bridge and shoots your brains out. You’re standing in the unbelievable heat fantasizing about going home and somebody snipes you from afar. You become a victim of the classic drive-by while manning a checkpoint. You lay in the sand bleeding to death while somewhere, the unelected leader of your country, fresh from watching war movies and having never been in a war situation himself–in fact, after having been AWOL for a year from the frickin’ National Guard in Texas–chest puffed up with two beady eyes peering out from behind a face which doesn’t see many books, says, “Bring ’em on.” Meaning the aforementioned hidden snipers, the driveby shooters and the while your back is turned gangster-style killers–that’s who he’s talking to. Not ‘bring it on’ within a ring, where there are rules. No, bring on the indefensible attacks. Bring on the indefensible slaughtering of American troops. ‘Cuz there’s more soldiers where they came from. But mostly because that unelected shit-for-brains doesn’t know jack shit about the real world. His pampers are pampered.