BlueSun,
"I think what we need to do is convince people who live in the lands they live in to build the nations. Maybe I'm missing something here. I mean, we're going to have kind of a nation building core from America? Absolutely not. Our military is meant to fight and win war. That's what it's meant to do. And when it gets overextended, morale drops."
"I'm going to be judicious as to how to use the military. It needs to be in our vital interest, the mission needs to be clear, and the extra strategy obvious."
I googled the "corps(core)" typo in this to see where it came from. It comes, believe it or not, from the Commission on Presidential Debates part of whose mission statement is "...to ensure that debates, as a permanent part of every general election, provide the best possible information to viewers and listeners..."
This typo and the "extra(exit) strategy" typo later fail to "provide the best possible information" to us.
OK, I know all this sounds like the spelling police but if we couldn't even produce a reliable semi-official transcript of a presidential debate was it too surprising that the same kind of sloppiness was all too apparent in the execution of the post-invasion strategy of a war waged as a contradiction to everything that the presidential candidate was saying?
This post started out as a means of letting you know that, among all the subsequent dreck, at least somebody read and mostly agreed with the points made in your longish, thoughtful post but, noticing the typos, got to thinking that as a trivial but telling illustration of the whole Iraq misadventure they nicely complemented the same general points you were making.
This feels good. Let's do it. Probably what this vile child rapist was thinking to himself as he tore that child up. A developed, civilized democracy has laws and constitutional frameworks to differentiate itself from the kind of thinking that child rapists use. That's one of the differences between us and what goes on in Zimbabwe, Iraq and Darfur. We shouldn't throw all that away in anger, good though it might make us feel till the chickens came home to roost.
Put this sick bastard in jail for the rest of his unnatural life. Use one of the cells currently occupied by a pot smoker.