The Hangover's a Bitch

Dear Leader's recovering from his weekend bender to one helluva jet-lagged hangover, at the same time Russian President Dmitry Medvedev's discovering his cease-fire orders to Pootie's Kremlin on the scene in Georgia mean about as much as the title "President" does in the 21st century.

What a better time for the irate and weak-minded Bu$hie to, you know, listen to Uncle Dick and the NeoCon PNAC gallery.

MOSCOW — With the fragile truce in Georgia on the brink of collapse Wednesday, President Bush announced that the United States had begun a humanitarian aid mission there and said Secretary of State Condoleezza Rice would go to the region to work for a settlement of the conflict with Russia...

Speaking of delusions, no doubt Condi feels she's right in the center of it all and in control, when really her entire entourage is likely a massive trojan horse that nobody except the idiots in the state department believes in.

Humanitarian aid? Oh come now. Look at what's in those carriers, dearie. There might be some rice and antibiotics on top, but chances are there's a whole bunch of DARPA toys underneath the Company's been dying to test out.

They, you know, lie routinely.

For their part, the Russian Army's feeling pretty good now, with a load of ethnic Ossetians thanking 'em, Caucasian cuties feeling their muscles, doubtless relieved to fight a stand down tank-and-artillery war instead of that awful insurgent silliness they had to deal with in Afghanistan. You know, the kind of war our kids are dealing with now, the kind of war that's frustrating the Manhood of a whole new generation of Pentagon climbers that can't quite produce the results they need for a clean promotion.

So we have two armies of raging bulls, spoiling for an open knock-down and drag-out.

The main problem of this, of course, is that American troops love to use their technological terrors.

The Russians feel they've established their own ground rules: no energy weapons in play on the field. The "precision weapons" the Pentagon loves so much all use laser sighting systems and depleted uranium munitions- and as any reader of this blog knows, that's only the beginning of the DARPA toy box.

The only fancy toys Pootie has all use the real U²³⁵ thing, and he's vowed to use them if anybody gets fancier.

If you haven't read Chris Floyd recently, you need to: here, today for example.

He's very right about many things. Two things I'd like to cover here.

First, this is Viagra to Darth Cheneyburton. Nuclear war with the Rooskies? No problem to Big Time: we'll probably only lose a million or so, a city or two, before our Death Stars obliterate them. It's be a great excuse to call off these silly elections and let the Real Grown-Ups run things without being bothered. It's only a flesh wound, and he won't be the one doing the bleeding.

Big Time Dick lives in the dangerous world of believing his own bullshit.

Second, I agree with Chris in that I in no way support the depredations of Russia.

Nor do I support the Company that controls Amerika.

The problem is, there are no "good guys vs. bad guys" when Oceania fights Eurasia fights Eastasia.

There are only the oligarchs, and everyone else who does the fighting, the bleeding, and the dying in the game of Risk that nations and the pirates who lead nations play.