Golly . . . where’s Jimmah Carter when you need strength . . . resolve . . . firmness? Why not crashland a couple helicopters over ‘der full of our soldiers?
Or, you could get up off your knees on the prayer rug and shake your fist (of course, with cameras running) at those dirty rotten sons-of-guns.
Maybe he can get Bill Richardson to go over there. He usually likes to volunteer for these missions.