Friday, February 23, 2007

So I hit him with my other hand....

....and he ducked again.

As a nurse, one night I had a patient who had broken both hands. When I asked about it, he said he'd been in an argument in a bar, and took a swing at a guy. The guy ducked and he hit the brick wall behind the man. So he tried to hit him again...

Now, in Iraq, our 'policies' have stimulated the creation of the chemical weapons we didn't find when we invaded. This in itself should inspire reflections on the nature of violence.

If that doesn't, the upsurge in chopper downings should. They're pricey, hard to maintain, and we don't have an unlimited number of them. We've gone from being the quick-draw artist who shot himself in the foot to being a stumblebum, drunk and repeatedly shooting himself in the feet.

No wonder the American people just wish the Bush years were over. But it won't be that easy.

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