Thursday, October 28, 2004
The shell game
Quick, everybody where did the HMX and RDX go? Perhaps this is an answer?

Russian special forces troops moved many of Saddam Hussein's weapons and
related goods out of Iraq and into Syria in the weeks before the March 2003 U.S.
military operation, The Washington Times has learned.


John A. Shaw, the deputy undersecretary of defense for international
technology security, said in an interview that he believes the Russian troops,
working with Iraqi intelligence, "almost certainly" removed the high-explosive
material that went missing from the Al-Qaqaa facility, south of Baghdad.

"The Russians brought in, just before the war got started, a whole
series of military units," Mr. Shaw said. "Their main job was to shred all
evidence of any of the contractual arrangements they had with the Iraqis. The
others were transportation units."

Look, I'm tired of the Kerry Kamp's insistence that this is evidence of failure. Nothing John Kerry could have done, had he been president, could have prevented this. Saddam is like a NY City Street Con-Artist. While you are trying desperately to figure out what's happening over here (wavy hand) he's busy picking your pocket, raping your sister, and gassing Kurds over here. It was Standard Operating Procedure.

Duh!?!?!?

I swear to god, Kerry has given me a new-found appreciation for Slick Willy...something I didn't believe possible, but it falls into the "Even Clinton would be better than Kerry." I'm ashamed to say it, but I believe it is true.

Kerry appears to have nothing but contempt for our troops. He pays them lip service, sure. Afterall, they are a voting demographic, but then he turns around and vilifies the mission, degrades morale, points out all of the trouble spots, all the while completely ignoring the successes and the victories.

It is revolting. Abhorrent. Morally bankrupt. Definately not behavior characterized by leadership.

I've said it many times, but the fact of the matter is, the men and women in uniform fighting our countries battles are deserving of nothing less than our complete respect and faith. They are literally putting their life blood on the line for the mission. For the greater good. For freedom. For you, me, and everybody else. You can't denigrate the war and honor the soldier. Its impossible. The soldier takes the mission personally. It isn't a job he can quit, it is something he believes. No amount of spit will stop a warrior from believing in his cause. If you denigrate the quilt, doesn't the seamstress take offense? If you puke at the taste of the meal, don't you insult the chef? These things are much less trivial than questioning the manner in which those who provide the freedom do so.

Somedays I wish that I could give our fighting forces a big hug. I love them. All of them. I believe in their mission and I know that there is no better force. I know that we will win, because we have the right guys, the right stuff, and the heart to get it done. No matter what Jean Francois Kerry says to the contrary.

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