Saturday, March 24, 2007

Yup, it's happened.

I've always felt that we as Americans have no stomach for war. We haven't really had said stomach since the end of WWII. While it doesn't take an Air War College or Army Command and Staff College degree to figure out that one takes the fight to the enemy, I've sided with Grouchy Old Cripple, the late Acidman, and Kim du Toit in their observations that the Pussification of America is essentially complete. As much as I hate to say it, we probably deserve to get our asses kicked a good one from a 3rd-world country, if just as a subtle reminder of what we've become.

A gem from a 5-star (BTW, WTF, what or who does one do to garner 5 stars?) moderator on the forum:

Oh please. Don't these right-wingers ever get tired of unconditionally praising the continuing debacle in Iraq? It's not quite as simple as "FREEDOM!" If it were, we'd have invaded numerous other countries by now, and we'd still be in Vietnam.

You go, sport. Just keep turning that other bloodied cheek, until the jihadis run back to Ickystan with their tails between their legs, all flustered that they got no Sharia love after their successful terrorist attack on American soil. That's how it'll play out, right?

Yup. Mark that box checked. Pussification complete. Next?

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