The Commando's take on the Geneva Convention: "While you're beating his ass, don't take his picture."
The Commando's take on the Geneva Convention: "While you're beating his ass, don't take his picture."
Bush, looking spooked and shrunken, takes the stage. Bush in person always strikes me as the kind of guy who would ask a woman for a hand job at the end of the first date. He has days where he looks like she said yes, and days where the answer was no.
Today was one of his no days. He frowned, looking wronged, and grabbed the microphone. I pulled out my notebook...
About a half hour out of New Orleans, a terrible smell starts to waft in through the car's air vents. It is something like a cross between rotting milk and Elizabeth, New Jersey.
Gangs of Islamic extremists might put a bullet in your brain for buying the wrong thing--blue jeans, cigarettes; there were parts of Baghdad, it was said, where Sunni insurgents were killing civilians for making ice, ice of course being unholy since it wasn't around in Mohammed's time. (There weren't Kalishnikovs either, but who's counting?)