Fuck World Wars One and Two, we're gonna start over at the CRUSADES.
That's right, those crazy Arabs don't know how to govern theirselves so we have to rearrange the whole political scene of the Middle East.
We're on the road to Damascus, oh yes.
Next stop, Persia.
Uh, I mean Iran. Right next to Iraq. But Syria first and then we'll have a supply line from the Mediterranean Sea.
And then Isreal will really be safe, and be legitimized to wage genocide on the Palestinians and nice white girls from Washington.
Freedom, hurrah.

Rumsfeld, Wolfowitz, and Perle.
We don't need no more Germans.
Maybe Bob Marley shouldn't have sung in the double negative because it was obviously considered, weighed, and construed that yes, we do need more Germans. Two negatives make a positive, cha cha cha.

No regrets, our ancestors did it.
This isn't a hornets' nest, this is a dragon. We haven't a clue.

Some US soldier exclaimed about what good records the Iraq government kept. No shit Sherlock, it's uh like, where record-keeping started, right there in Mesopotamia, the cradle of civilization. They had astonomy and mathematics and poetry and music and culture while most Europeans were sleeping with pigs and painting themselves bleu. Achtung, baby.