Buried in this article somewhere, it looks as if the Reservists and National Guardsmen addressed by Rumsfeld are heading for the front lines. I would have thought this would be a role of the enlisted soldiers. But the longer this debacle goes on, the greater the number of men and women seeing front line combat.

Football teams punt. Isn't it time we do the same? The country doesn't need this, the planet either. We haven't found any Weapons of Mass Destruction, yet we've lost plenty of our own weapons. And now the soldiers have to sift through the sand for scrap to attach to their tanks. Where did all the money go that was budgeted for this war in the first place? Why can't we roll back the tax cuts to the rich, fi we're going to fund a war that only benefits them in the first place.

First a blog breakdown during my last post. Now I gotta get all aggravated about the war. Impeach early and often.

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I have a couple of my wife's Coach handbags up for auction on eBay. I think they capitalize the "B" so as not to confuse those folks searching for the Pig Latin translation of a Be operating system support site. I actually prefer sites that provide Jive translation. (Editor's Note:(As if!)Shut up and let me finish! Unfortunately you need to click the "Dialectize" button in the center of the page forThe Dialectizer to load the last two links properly.)

I think that was funnier before I started typing it. Where's my editor? He was just here. Wait a minute! Who was that? This is a blog. My Blog. There's no editor. I'm the only one here. This is what happens when you edit a blog 12 times because your links running through someone's CGI script are not working properly.

I'm ready to toss this whole post away. But now that I've edited this one (need editor to spellcheck, Ha!) 12 times already, I refuse to delete it, no matter how much of a pointless trainwreck it has turned out to be. Just because I had to be clever with the whole dialect thing.

Clever, huh? How's that working out for me? Not too fucking good, right now.

Oh, and the "g" at the end of "fucking". I put that there not to be cute. Not to be clever. Just because it fucking felt right. So did that last "g" as well. I heard both "g" 's in my head. And the whole thing with the quotes around the g. Yes, that g. I don't know whether that's cute, clever, dumb, pretentious, punctually correct, hopelessly archaic, or not even worthy of drawing attention to. And I don't fucking care!

I don't fucking care with a fucking g.

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Fuck g. Fuck h, too, for that matter.

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