CroMagnon
Wednesday, April 02, 2003
  The Good, the Bad and the Slow and Ugly

The war in Iraqistan seems to be going out way. Of course, why shouldn't it? We're bombing the bejezus out of anyone who dares stand in our way. Better be careful how I phrase myself here, somebody might think I'm antiwar or something. Far from it; personally, I think we should have taken Saddam out years ago. But we didn't, and now we have to pay the price in lives to remove him and his sociopathic sons from power. I hate the fact that American (and Iraqi) soldiers have to lose their lives so that a dictator can try to stay in power, but there it is.

An American POW was rescued yesterday, a female soldier. Now, I'm not gonna launch into a tirade about how women shouldn't be on the front lines, carrying weapons, etc. First, I'd get disemboweled by The Better Half (who, IMHO, could easily qualify for Special Forces without even trying). Second, it's none of my freakin' business. If a woman wants to stand on the front lines, and is as capable as the men around her, why not? But don't put women on the front lines merely because societal pressure makes you do it. If they are every bit as good as the men at fighting and killing, then go for it.

This link is to a story in the News & Disturber about what is probably my favorite flying machine in the entire world, the A10 "Warthog". You gotta love a plane that can take a lickin' and keep on tickin'. Plus having enough firepower to shred a tank or two can't be all bad. So the thing looks like a flying toad; so what? You want glamor, join the Blue Angels. The Warthog is a fighting machine, pure and simple. I'd rather have one of those bad boys supporting me on the ground than an entire squadron of F-18s.

Keep our troops in your prayers. The oldest son of one of my friends is in the 82nd Airborne and they haven't heard from him since he was deployed to Kuwait a couple of months ago. My own son, Beelzebub, is shipping out to Parris Island (OOOOH-RAHHHH!) in a week or so. Selfish of me, but I hope this mess is over before he completes boot camp, otherwise I'll be getting mail from the ass end of nowhere, aka Iraqistan.

Time to get back to what they pay me to do. (Ugh. Get club, pound stupid people. Wait . . . me be here all night doing that. Get club, pound really stupid people. Ugh, same thing. No can win.) 
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