1. *sigh*

    It’s been a long time since I heard that Carl Sandburg poem, but it never fails to make me feel that way I did when I first walked into Arlington. Or, for that matter, while visiting the American cemetary in Normandy.

    I wonder what Baghdad Dick feels in his tiny, shrivelled, ailling heart when he drives by Arlington in his smoked-window limo or flies over it on Marine One?

    For that matter, what do you think Chimpy feels?

    I’m thinking it goes along the lines of: “Suckers!”

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