So it's on to Libya now ... ?

I knew Obama couldn't hold strong to any principles, and the lobbyists would get him, afterall.

He wouldn't be where he is now, if he were a stronger man, right? Couldn't even buy that addition to his Chicago home without "help", afterall... Poor Michelle.

And why must they always get in on this war-mongering in the springtime, especially on St. Patrick's Day? Really, Policeman (to the World) envy?

Even Sullivan seems like he gets it. (Hope he doesn't forget it either...)

This strikes me as the worst decision by Obama since he ramped up forces in Afghanistan. If he thinks it makes him look stronger, he's nuts. He looks weak and led around by Cameron and Sarkozy and Clinton. If he's doing it purely for humanitarian reasons (and since there are no vital interests involved, he must be, right), why have we not stopped the slaughter in the Congo? Why have we not intervened in Zimbabwe? Why are we not instituting no-fly zones in Burma?

None of this makes any sense. And the cost? $300 million a week - or $15 billion a year. Where is that coming from? Or have we really re-elected another Bush? More war paid for by more borrowing - with no leadership on the longterm fiscal crisis.

We should have elected Mitt Romney back in 2008. He seems more practical, balanced, principled and less apt to be bought and all.

Blessed, NOT, are the war-mongers.
For one day, they will get what they deliver.

(Almost makes you want to root for Russia and the Chinese. They know competition, and one day, if we keep up like this, they'll kick our elitist asses. You know, the decision-makers.)
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ADDED:

Christ be with me, Christ within me,
Christ behind me, Christ before me,
Christ beside me, Christ to win me,
Christ to comfort and restore me.
Christ beneath me, Christ above me,
Christ in quiet, Christ in danger,
Christ in hearts of all that love me,
Christ in mouth of friend and stranger.

and, A Poem for Your Wars. Sandberg, Grass.

PILE the bodies high at Austerlitz and Waterloo.
Shovel them under and let me work—

I am the grass; I cover all.

And pile them high at Gettysburg
And pile them high at Ypres and Verdun.
Shovel them under and let me work.
Two years, ten years, and passengers ask the conductor:

What place is this?
Where are we now?

I am the grass.
Let me work.

and Whitman.

AFTER A SEA-FIGHT.

Stretched and still lay the midnight,
Two great hulls motionless on the breast of the dark-
ness,
Our vessel riddled and slowly sinking…preparations
to pass to the one we had conquered,
The captain on the quarter-deck coldly giving his or-
ders through a countenance white as a sheet,
Near by the corpse of the child that served in the cabin,
The dead face of an old salt with long white hair and
carefully curled whiskers,
The flames spite of all that could be done flickering
aloft and below,
The husky voices of the two or three officers yet fit for
duty,
Formless stacks of bodies and bodies by themselves
…dabs of flesh upon the mass and spars,
The cut of cordage and dangle of rigging…the slight
shock of the soothe of waves,
Black and impassive guns, and litter of powder par-
cels, and the strong scent,
Delicate sniffs of the seabreeze…smells of sedgy
grass and fields by the shore…death messages
given in charge to survivors,
The hiss of the surgeon's knife and the gnawing teeth
of his saw,
The wheeze, the cluck, the swash of falling blood…
the short wild scream, the long dull tapering groan,
These so.…these irretrievable!

George Michael?

That He can't come back, because he has no children ... to come back for.

I hope Mr. Obama has the common decency to stay off the golf courses from here on out, and not watch one damn minute of televised basketball games. Start reading this instead, boy?

( Ain't it romantic, from a grown-schoolboy turned officebutt point-a-view?? The TRIPLE wartime prez-e-dint. What a accomplishmint! )