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Thursday, March 24, 2011

Poll #31 We have a “no-fly” zone over Libya. What, exactly, does that mean?

     Madam Geneva, our resident gypsy here at the Harrumph bunker, has channeled the ghost of General George S. Patton to help us understand the “Libyan problem.”  She requests that everyone stand at attention while the General materializes in the smoke-filled room (he’s a bit of a prima donna when it comes to protocol.)
     GENERAL PATTON:  “Be seated.  Now, I want you to remember that no ba$*#rd ever won a war (or a “kinetic military action,”) by setting up a “no-fly” zone.  He won it by blasting the other poor, dumb ba$*#rd back to the stone age.  Men, all this stuff you’ve heard about America not wanting to fight, wanting to stay out of the kinetic military action, is a lot of horse dung.  Americans traditionally love to fight.  All real Americans love the sting of battle.  Just because our President is better at organizing a lobster-filled state dinner, than he is at organizing a ground offensive, doesn’t mean our Army cannot take out Qaddafi and his thugs.  Americans love a winner and will not tolerate a loser.  Americans, unlike the French, play to win all the time.  I wouldn’t give a hoot in hell for a man who lost and laughed. That’s why Americans have never lost and will never lose a war.  Because the very thought of losing is hateful to Americans.”
     “We have the finest food and equipment, the best spirit and the best men in the world.  You know, by God I actually pity those poor ba$*#rds we’re going up against.  By God, I do.  We’re not just going to shoot the ba$*#rds, we’re going to cut out their living guts and use them to grease the treads of our tanks.  We’re going to murder those lousy Khadaffi ba$*#rds by the bushel.”
     “Now, some of you boys, I know, are wondering whether or not you'll chicken out under fire. Don't worry about it.  It’s a natural reaction after growing up in our namby-pamby, everyone wins, PC culture.  I can assure you that you will all do your duty.  Gaddaffi is the enemy.  Wade into him.  Spill his blood.  Shoot him in the belly.  When you put your hand into a bunch of goo that a moment before was your best friend's face, you'll know what to do.”
     “Now there’s another thing I want you to remember. I don’t want to get any messages saying that we are holding our position.  We’re not holding anything.  Let Qadhafi do that.  We are advancing constantly and we’re not interested in holding onto anything except the enemy.  We're going to hold onto Kaddaffi by the nose and we're going to kick him in the ass.  We're going to kick the hell out of him all the time and we're gonna go through him like crap through a goose.”
     “There’s one thing that you men will be able to say when you get back home.  And you may thank God for it.  Thirty years from now when you’re sitting around your fireside with your grandson on your knee and he asks you what did you do in the great Libyan kinetic military action, you won’t have to say, “Well, I shoveled sh*t in Louisiana.”
     “Alright now, you sons-of-bi#*hes, you know how I feel. Oh, and I will be proud to lead you wonderful guys into battle – anytime, anywhere, dead or alive.”
            “That’s all.”

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