Point No Point

A new month, and a new leaf.

I'm not going to write about the Iraq War any more, or talk about it, or think about it. It's too depressing.

Anyway, I don't have any influence, so what difference does it make?

A crusty old conservative Marine Corps lifer and long-time advocate of the war machine speaks for me now, as he does for many of us. Murtha also speaks for the generals in the Pentagon; of that there can be no doubt. And the generals have turned against the war, and chosen Murtha as their designated rep and point man.

God, of course, has chosen George W. Bush as his designated rep and point man. Our beloved leader is not one of God's humble organ pipes, he's God's big organ, and he's been instructed not to "pull out now" but "stay in there and get the job done."

He's as crazy as a shithouse rat.

Likewise, trying to argue with any of the 40 percent or so of the population at large who share vicariously in Bush's psychosis is pointless. As Ecclesiastes would say, "There is no profit in it." You can pile up documented evidence as high as the Tower of Babel, but for them everything remains just great in Iraq -- the economy is booming, and just look at all those purple fingers.

There's no way to stop them trying to put out the fire with more gasoline. Maybe an even better metaphor is this one from Tom Tomorrow.

So I'll just bow out of this debate until the fire has consumed us and the cliff has been driven over, until the time the war is tragic history and the wankers and morons are chanting in unison, "We would have won if it wasn't for you treasonous anti-war people."

Then it'll be time to jump back in and deliver some extremely sharp words to some very hind quarters.