2003-03-17

War�s on! Come and get it! Hot missiles, right out of the silo! Lots of dead Iraqi babies, pureed to a fine red pulp just the way you like �em! With a side of Freedom Fries!

How convenient that the day they finally decide to really stick the �US� in �pugnacious� is a day of culturally sanctioned alcoholic revelry. I think some wartime sorrow-drowning is definitely in order. Perhaps a dozen or so green-tinted beers will help me forget that I live within fallout range of the Unilateral States of America. Unfortunately, that�s the kind of realization that promises to hit home the next day like a hangover from hell, sure as green vomit.