Bakarak, Iraq. Akmar Mohammed leaned against a post on his front porch wistfully overlooking acres of sand dunes. The pain of the last spring's U.S. bombings was etched on his face as with a diamond stylus.
Mr. Mohammed, kicked his boot against the step, and threw his unfinished cigarette into a patch of brownish-red rocks with a bit more force than necessary.
"We told those people to get rid of Saddam and get out, not occupy our country forever" said Mr. Mohammed. He paused and spat vigorously. "Our fine history of tolerance and enlightened self-rule is being ignored by these loose cannons, these cowboys"...
BTW, chalk up another vote for Laz - from me. Make that two....
Huh? He says, "we told these people...". Well if The Butcher knew that, he'd be wood chip fodder. "Loose cannons and cowboys?" This butt sniffer has never seen a cowboy movie, nor does he know anything about W. As far as I'm concerned, I'd turn him over to his body acid dipping pals across the street. He'd cook in HCL more vigorously than a KFC extra crispy.
/end rant. But, you know what, I'd do it.