I watch the ripples change their size
But never leave the stream
Of warm impermanence
And so the days float through my eyes
But still the days seem the same
And these children that you spit on
As they try to change their worlds
Are immune to your consultations
They're quite aware of what they're goin' through

Wednesday, May 16, 2007

You say Tomat-oo and I say you're insane

So, the Prez has finally found a sucker, I mean, able body to fill the role of War Czar. I think I stated my comments on this title before. But, see, he's actually, "The Full-Time Manager of the Wars in Afganistan and Iraq," which, you know, I thought was CentCom's job. One commenter stated that this would be an awfully long title to fit on a business card (I could make it fit), so I'll suggest my alternatives, Scapegoat or Fall Guy, your choice. Say, isn't this exactly what a War Time President/Commander in Chief is supposed to be doing? Clearly the sign on the President's desk is, "The buck doesn't stop here, keep moving, nothing to see."

Edited I thought of a better sign, "The buck doesn't even slow here."

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