Wrappin' It All In a Nice, Warped Package:
The Rude Pundit may be stupid, but doesn't it seem that it's perhaps more controversial not to show war dead during a war than to show them? Isn't repressed memory something that is psychologically damaging? And, you know, it ain't as if we're seeing the gaping, gut-oozing wounds that roadside bombs and bullets cause. It's flag-draped caskets. Aren't these the boys and girls we're supposed to be so proud of that they gave their lives for their "country"? Aren't we all allowed to mourn and honor the loss for the valiant cause of protecting . . . the Iraqis . . . from . . . us?

And the Rude Pundit may be stupid again, but doesn't the concept of sovereignty seem to imply that a nation rules itself? Without interference? And if a country can't make laws without the approval of another country, doesn't that seem to imply that there is no sovereignty at all? Fuck, the Bushkoviks wanna give rights to a fetus so that the mother can't interfere with the fetus's right to live. Shouldn't that same logic (or illogic) extend to nations? 'Cause it sure seems like the U.S. can abort the Iraqi "government" any time it seems fit.

And the Rude Pundit may be stupid, but he knows an impeachable offense or ten when he sees them. Readers want to put the pussy into the scandal (see Tuesday's entry). RJ says, "According to the Buzzflash headline news site, at a dinner attended by some New York Times dignitaries, CondoLIEzza Rice was discussing issues and reportedly said, 'As I was saying to my husband--' before she backed off and continued, 'I mean, President Bush.' And when she and George went in their disguises to Air Force One to do the little Thanksgiving holiday photo-op last year, George said of their baseball-bum clothing, 'We looked just like any normal couple.' There ya have it--Bob Woodward, investigate that! Impeachment proceedings will begin immediately if not sooner should a stained blue dress be found." Most of the suggestions on the pussy front involved the pussy of the National Security Adviser, so, so dry and dusty until the President speaks sweet nothings about "invasion" and "insurgents." Then, oh, sweet lubrication, she can head back to the quarters and bullwhip her own thighs red until orgasm purges those thoughts away.

Back Monday.