You don't scare me one friggin' bit
by Justin Raimondo
I am so sick of George W. Bush:
sick of his petulant preppie voice,
sick of his studied belligerence,
and, most of all, damned sick of
his threats. If we don't toe the line
and support his crazed foreign
policy of "preemptive
self-defense," he constantly claims, we will reap the
whirlwind. As he puts it in a recent television ad paid for by
the Republican National Committee:
"It would take one vial, one canister, one crate slipped
into this country to bring a day of horror like none we
have ever known."
Well, then, how come we're fighting in Iraq – thousands of
miles away from the scene of the terrorists' target? Instead
of kicking the shit out of Iraqi POWs, why aren't those
Army reservists inspecting each and every crate that comes
into this country? One vial, one canister, one crate – yes,
and if it gets through, Georgie boy, we're gonna hold you
responsible!
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