cabbitzilla | (no subject)

I found this in another journal in my prowl across the web; given that I'm stuck on dialup, I'm trying to satisfy myself with browsing at random. But it's ... interesting.

"The question in my mind is how many additional American casualties is Saddam worth?

And the answer is not very damned many. So I think we got it right, both when we decided to expel him from Kuwait, but also when the president made the decision that we'd achieved our objectives and we were not going to go get bogged down in the problems of trying to take over and govern Iraq.

All of a sudden you've got a battle, you're fighting in a major built-up city, a lot of civilians are around, significant limitations on our ability to use our most effective technologies and techniques.

Once we had rounded him up and gotten rid of his government, then the question is what do you put in its place? You know, you then have accepted the responsibility for governing Iraq.

Now what kind of government are you going to establish? Is it going to be a Kurdish government, or a Shi'ia government, or a Sunni government, or maybe a government based on the old Baathist Party, or some mixture thereof? You will have, I think by that time, lost the support of the Arab coalition that was so crucial to our operations over there."

-Dick Cheney, speaking about the Gulf War in 1992

And there you have it. Proof positive that our sitting vice president has in-reality been abducted by aliens, who replaced him with a look-a-like war-mongering robot. Why'd they grab Mr Cheney? *shrugs* I guess it -is- true that everyone needs a little Dick every now and again...

As for the move... we're officially living at the apartment. There's an @ssload of stuff to be unpacked here, and there's still debris and stuff that needs sorting and discarding/packing at the house. This weekend I'll be away; Megan and I have to make a run to NJ to retrieve the cabinets to refurbish the kitchen in the old house... plan is to drive up, crash at her parent's place, pick up the truck and load it, and then drive back. It'll be the first time in almost five years that Megan will do a full leg of the drive; I intend to use it as leverage to push her into going up alone next time. I'm tired of it.

In fact, I'm just plain tired. But I am alive, and things -are- starting to sort out. I think.

If I just had a bit more $$ to play with... but I suspect that's true of -everyone-...