Russian dumplings, pelmenyi. And baked pork pastries, peroghi.
Russia conquered half the world on this food.
And Afghanistan broke Russia's back.

"We're not leaving!"
We are not leaving. Iraq, he means, but he can't help but speak in incomplete sentences.
WE are not leaving.
Well George, "we" is inclusive, and that means you'd best get your scrawny honky slats over there, fight yo'self for those oil wells you wanted so bad you could taste.

So now we're in Afghanistan (which my Commie grandpa says "it's for the natural gas!" about) and Iraq, which takes less than a moron to recognize the petrol-driven (aka car culture, aka business interest of Texas tycoon) incentive.

In Afghanistan our top superdog secret special forces just got ambushed and killed.

George you're not clever
George you're not quick
You don't know jack

Our wounded soldiers are recovering in tents in Georgia. Doesn't that make you feel good about the war? Ever been in Georgia (George-ia wow no way) in the winter? cold, wet, nasty Atlantic ice storms and rain rain rain. Recover in a tent in that wet cold shit with a little propane heater and know your country loves you like you loved it, to go fight for it.
Great job, George.

Timmie McVeigh was a soldier in Iraq, in the first George Bush's war. A decorated soldier, high level marksmanship awards, blew the hell out of a government building. I read about him in Reader's Digest.

How many soldiers are recovering in tents in Georgia? I didn't read about them in Reader's Digest, didn't hear about them on NPR. On NPR they're blathering about anger management being ubiquitous.

Kiss my ubiquitous ass, George.