We could have been heroes

...If we had stuck to, and completed the job in Afghanistan.

But nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!

The four-square-mile Green Zone, the one place in Baghdad where foreigners are reasonably safe, could be a showcase of American values and abilities. Instead the American enclave is a trash-strewn wasteland of Mad Max-style fortifications. The traffic lights don't work because no one has bothered to fix them. The garbage rarely gets collected. Some of the worst ambassadors in U.S. history are the GIs at the Green Zone's checkpoints. They've repeatedly punched Iraqi ministers, accidentally shot at visiting dignitaries and behave (even on good days) with all the courtesy of nightclub bouncers—to Americans and Iraqis alike. Not that U.S. soldiers in Iraq have much to smile about. They're overworked, much ignored on the home front and widely despised in Iraq, with little to look forward to but the distant end of their tours—and in most cases, another tour soon to follow. Many are reservists who, when they get home, often face the wreckage of careers and family.

Well, at least folks like the denizens of the intersection of Rose Glasses Street & Fellated Dubya Sausage Avenue will be able to blame us for not clapping louder.

How many needless wars have they and their ilk gotten us into in our history? And always with virtually no recrimination. They always slither back.

WELL THAT SHOULD STOP NOW!

FUCK 'EM, I'm never going to forgive the bastards...NEVER!