So that worked out well

Today is the 5th anniversary of the start of the Iraq War. I know this because there are protests all over my town, many of them no doubt featuring the giant puppet heads that somehow seem to invariably materialize whenever more than 10 hippies get together to get mad about something. Because, you know, the military-industrial complex is all, "Oh fuck! They deployed the giant puppets! Who will save us now?"

Back to the war. According to the latest figures, this criminally stupid enterprise will end up costing us about $3 trillion dollars, which is enough to give every man, woman, and child in America their own iPhone and probably a Garvin navgiation system to boot. We didn't need to invade Iraq; for $3 trillion, we could have just bought the fucking country and been done with it.

So my thought for the day is: "Thanks a fucking bunch, Senor Bush, for making the world safe for Applebee's and reruns of Two and a Half Men. Great job!"