Nasty nepotistic bitch has an op-ed in the Washington Post today, and makes the most irrelevant set of Chickenhawk arguments ever. And then caps it off with the Hollywood-Rambo-Chuck Norris argument for continuing to fight in Iraq:
Our soldiers will win if we let them.
No, really, she says that.
Gee, do I hear the siren call of the Friday-night-shit-faced Legionnaire whose entire term of service was spent painting blivets at NAS Nowhere or East Buttfuck Army Base?
Liz Cheney and her entire goddamn hypocritcal family from her draft-dodging father, to her loud-mouthed scold of a bitch mother to her self-hating lesbian sister to her own bad nepotistic self (how do you get to be an Asst Secretary of State? Have Daddy run the man who runs the State Department, that's how) ought to bend over and kiss the asses of every man and woman who has had to go and serve tours of duty in Iraq and Afghanistan. In public. At high noon. Times Square works for me.
The last person in the world that needs to be running their over-paid and spoiled-ass yap right now, after having to watch our country get brought down by her family and La Famiglia Bush for six long years is a self-serving little rich, self-entitled WASP princess.
Her daddy's protege, Dickless George tonight proposed adding 92,000 Marines and Soldiers to the active duty rolls. Given the enlistment age is somewhat higher than it used to be in the Army, and she was one of Crashcart's many deferments, I'd reckon she's right at the outer limit of the age of enlistment. So perhaps she should be in the first 100 of the 92,000 to sign up.
But she won't because like every other scumbag republican of the Dick Cheney family, she'll bluster and bellyache and be nowhere to be found when it's time for the rubber to hit the road. See Five-Deferment Daddy Dick for a reference.
"I did everything to win, but someone didn't let us win."
-John Rambo, fictional character, American Icon of sorts
From a Rambo First Blood script I found out here on the InterTubes. Sort of proves my point, I think. In a perverse and sad way.
