"In grudging concessions to President Bush, Democrats intend to draft an Iraq war-funding bill without a timeline for the withdrawal of U.S. troops and shorn of billions of dollars in spending on domestic programs, officials said Monday." — AP
Dear Congressional Democrats,
What is wrong with you people? Have you not read the polls that say more than 70 percent of Americans think we're screwing up in Iraq? Have you not noticed that the president's approval rating is hovering somewhere between horrific and really, really crappy? Do you just lack cojones (that loosely translates as "courage," for those of you who don't like anything Hispanic), or are you suffering from some sort of collective battered-wife syndrome?
Assuming it's the latter, let this serve as a sort of editorial intervention: Your "man" is no good. He lies to you about everything, including this war you continue to allow him to wage on our behalf.
He spies on you and doesn't tell you about it. He's even tried to make the Justice Department a wing of the Republican Party. When you pass legislation, he signs it, then adds a cute little "signing statement" that says he'll ignore whatever part of the law he feels like ignoring.
All your friends around the world see what he's doing to you and to our reputation as a country. Our soldiers (our figurative children) are dying daily, and you're doing nothing. You have become enablers in the greatest foreign-policy mistake in American history.
Oh sure, I know he says he'll keep you "safe" and that he's keeping the terrorists at bay by fighting them overseas so they won't "follow us home." And maybe you're afraid that the American people still believe that fairy tale. Some do, but most of us have figured out that the terrorists are already here, rejoicing in the fact that our troops and our money are tied up in a civil war thousands of miles away.
I'm sorry to have to be the one to tell you the truth, but it's for your own good. Your man is a cheat and liar. Dump him.
I'm writing this from the restroom facility at Big Hill Pond State Park in southern McNairy County. On Monday, I commandeered the building, which contains the men's and women's restrooms, some racks of pamphlets, and two vending machines. There's no one here right now, but I plan to stay as long as necessary to protest the fact that the state of Tennessee is run by oppressive know-nothings who wouldn't know small government — or freedom, for that matter — if it bit them on their considerable backsides ...