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Fan mail! I got fan mail!
Mar. 10th, 2002 12:26 amThanks for the kind words, Robert M. Gerlach. I appreciate that you like my writing and personality (and no, I don't take that as a come-on), but saying that I'm someone you would pick for a World Leader is a bit much. Still, hey, no applause please, just send money.
(Besides, I could never be a politician - my Ma brought me up too well)
I know I haven't been commenting much on the idiocy that is the Dubya administration lately - although I did have to share that horrifying tidbit about John Ashcroft's karaoke habit. Remember the words of Nancy Reagan, John - Just Say No. For the love of God, say No.
Where was I? Oh yeah. Non commenting much. That's because it comes a point where there's very little I can say. The war has settled down into a kind of status quo, almost, and there's nary a blip on the horizon. Hell, the revelation that there's this whole backup government ready to take over if Washington D.C. is nuked didn't even raise any real eyebrows. And you notice one thing? They're still bombing the shit out of Afghanistan. Why? I thought the Taliban were already defeated? Or is this the same strange definition of "defeated" they applied to Sadaam Hussein after the Gulf War? Oh, these wascally webels in their pesky wabbit holes - uh - caves.
Look, it's in the news, go read it sometime. Eight soldiers die and Bush ominously says "There will be more". Eight soldiers die and that's supposed to shock people, and the media are commenting on how it's the highest casualties of the war yet. Let me repeat that number. Eight. I saw nearly twice that number of newly dead bodies every day when I was on morgue duty. I'm not saying that these people don't mean anything, but for God's sake, get a grip. If you're crying about American casualties, don't send them into a fucking combat zone. It's as simple as that. Don't blame Al-Qaeda for this, my friends. Blame Dubya's dick, which he insists on waving in the face of the world.
I can't take this anymore, to be honest. Let me just figure out how to knock off four Hybrid Kessok-Cardassian vessels without them ripping me to tiny little duranium pieces and I'll be happy. Goddamn last level.
(Besides, I could never be a politician - my Ma brought me up too well)
I know I haven't been commenting much on the idiocy that is the Dubya administration lately - although I did have to share that horrifying tidbit about John Ashcroft's karaoke habit. Remember the words of Nancy Reagan, John - Just Say No. For the love of God, say No.
Where was I? Oh yeah. Non commenting much. That's because it comes a point where there's very little I can say. The war has settled down into a kind of status quo, almost, and there's nary a blip on the horizon. Hell, the revelation that there's this whole backup government ready to take over if Washington D.C. is nuked didn't even raise any real eyebrows. And you notice one thing? They're still bombing the shit out of Afghanistan. Why? I thought the Taliban were already defeated? Or is this the same strange definition of "defeated" they applied to Sadaam Hussein after the Gulf War? Oh, these wascally webels in their pesky wabbit holes - uh - caves.
Look, it's in the news, go read it sometime. Eight soldiers die and Bush ominously says "There will be more". Eight soldiers die and that's supposed to shock people, and the media are commenting on how it's the highest casualties of the war yet. Let me repeat that number. Eight. I saw nearly twice that number of newly dead bodies every day when I was on morgue duty. I'm not saying that these people don't mean anything, but for God's sake, get a grip. If you're crying about American casualties, don't send them into a fucking combat zone. It's as simple as that. Don't blame Al-Qaeda for this, my friends. Blame Dubya's dick, which he insists on waving in the face of the world.
I can't take this anymore, to be honest. Let me just figure out how to knock off four Hybrid Kessok-Cardassian vessels without them ripping me to tiny little duranium pieces and I'll be happy. Goddamn last level.
