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but you got me with a two-letter, one-punctuation-mark title!
And I loved your OP!
Thanks ... I needed that laugh to start my evening.
Didn't you hear? The U.S. generals and admirals were playing their own version of "fight club" behind the White House (or was it the barracks?) to see who gets to be (ta tadada! and other fanfare!) -- War Czar!
But shucks ... I thought we already had a war czar! Isn't Chimpy in charge anymore? What??! NO?!?
He never WAS in charge??!! NOOOO!... you can't be series!!11!!1
And he never even called himself a czar at all? Geez, I musta missed something in the translation. Emperor, Dictator ... CZAR! WAR Pretzeldent! Leading the country, all us clueless civilians, citizens, and voters -- and of course the military -- IN TIME OF WAR!
Or was that "times," plural? IN TIMES OF WAR! Oh, no, I've got it -- IN TIMELESS WARTIME!, WAR FOR ALL TIME! WAR ALL THE TIME, TILL TIME ENDS (Before War Does)!
What else do we need, fer chrissakes?!? Ain't nobody I've ever heard about who'd want to be the Selectadent's War Czar, no matter how much thunderous music you announce his appointment to....
Time for a little napalm in the morning, mebbe? Let's have Richard WAGNER, at full volume on that splendidly expensive White House stere-e-o the dim son had installed on his second day in the White House residence! Flight of the ... whatevers ... you know, the rousing rendition with French horns -- uh oh, not FRENCH horns! Well, substitute sumthin' for the French horns, like tubas, THEY sound tougher 'n' shit. Yeah, that's the ticket.
Or mebbe the new czar can pick his own intro music (to show he really is in charge now) -- something like a John Philip Sousa march, with 76 trombones and lots of cornets and tubas and other non-French horns 'n' stuff.
Why not? After all, it's just political theatre from here on out -- and was all along with this bunch of acting "leaders." Led us all right into domestic and military catastrophe, they did, sure 'nuff! Now they're all tryin' to act like they're really fine, saintly and ultra-patriotic souls with the best of motives and intentions, who maybe just got some bad intel from their stovepiped special plans office in the Pentagon, no less.
(So okay, that explains the endless war. Now how about the domestic disasters they've catapulted into being along with their propaganda? Hmm? What about THAT?!? Did their Office of Special Plans in the Pentagon give them bad intel that caused them to do all THAT? ... Crickets...)
Nope, their piss-poor acting isn't gonna fly with an audience that has wised up a bit in six years of stale but deadly reruns. We've seen behind the curtain, and lemme tell ya's, if ya haven't figgered it out already: The Great and Mighty OZ is lookin' mighty nekked! And he hasn't got a brain, courage, OR a heart!
It's all just theatrics, and it's wearing very thin and grinding on our last nerve.
Not the first time such theatrics have gotten a lot of innocent folks killed and maimed, but perhaps the sorriest excuse ever for a screenplay they wrote for themselves to do it in.
Time to oust the whole sorry lot of 'em, I say. And without further ado, g'bye y'all! We have some nice new quarters just waiting for your scintillating presence to liven them up. No view, but hey, you won't be able to see through two black eyes swollen shut anyways, after the thugs you authorized to waterboard and otherwise torture captives of ALL kinds get through with ya's.
War Czar my ass. You find a guy or gal who wants THAT job, and let's sell 'em some swamp land or a bridge or sumthin'..........
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