Archive for March 20th, 2003

Siwwy Wabbit Did we get

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Siwwy Wabbit

Did we get him? A day after the first bombing, the Washington Post is reporting that U.S. intelligence officials still believe that Saddam and one or both of his sons were in that bunker. Let’s pray we got him.

Hussein’s Fate Still Uncertain
By Walter Pincus, Bob Woodward and Dana Priest
Washington Post Staff Writers
Friday, March 21, 2003; Page A01

U.S. intelligence officials believe Iraqi President Saddam Hussein, possibly accompanied by one or both of his powerful sons, was still inside a compound in southern Baghdad early yesterday when it was struck by a barrage of U.S. bombs and cruise missiles.

But intelligence analysts in Washington and operatives working in the region were not certain whether the Iraqi leader was killed or injured or escaped the attack, according to senior Bush administration officials, who worked yesterday to analyze a videotape of an appearance by Hussein broadcast on Iraqi television within hours of the pre-dawn bombardment.

The whole story is found here.

U.S. Casualties Just saw on

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U.S. Casualties

Just saw on tv that a US helicopter has gone down in Kuwait I believe, killing all 16 on board, 12 US soldiers and 4 British soldiers. Not the news I was hoping to hear.

UPDATE: This is all that I have been able to find so far on any website, it came from the CBS website.

The Pentagon confirmed that a U.S. Marine helicopter crashed in Kuwait, with 16 British and Americans on board. There were an unknown number of fatalities.

Here is more.

UPDATE 2: As noted in the comments, other news agencies are reporting that it was 12 Britons, 4 Americans killed. Thanks for the update.

Toasted Mush Slightly burned out

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Toasted Mush

Slightly burned out after last night, what with the war and servers crashing left and right. I was paged at midnight, four and six in the morning. As it takes at least half hour for my brain to spin back down, I didn’t get much in the way of quality snooze. Wasn’t much in the way of grab-your-lapels-and-pull-you-in news for most of the day*, between that and my Frankenstein-like shambling through work, nothing struck a spark other than one line in Slate breakfast table discussion on the war.

I think it grieves their national pride to discover that their loud “non” has had no effect whatsoever.

It was enough of a spark, I suppose. Certainly it’s most likely all I’m going produce in the way of creativity today. You can hear the original here.

Froggy went A-Thwartin’

A Froggy started thwartin’ old Uncle Sam, uh-huh, uh-huh.
A Froggy told him he didn’t give a dam, uh-huh, uh-huh.
A Froggy started thwartin’ old Uncle Sam,
Said “That rez was just a sham.” uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh.

He stepped out on the U.N floor, uh-huh, uh-huh.
Swore that he would stop the war, uh-huh, uh-huh.
He stepped out on the the U.N floor, uh-huh, uh-huh.
To preen and pose for the press corp, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh.

“When I say ‘Non’, that’s it you zee,” uh-huh, uh-huh
“Nussing can you do to to get a ‘Oui’,” uh-huh, uh-huh.
“When I say ‘Non’, that’s it you zee,”
“It make me full of joi de vive.” uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh.

Without my Premier Jacques’ consent, uh-huh, uh-huh.
You must the war give up for Lent, uh-huh, uh-huh.
Yes for my Premier Jacques’ assent,
Grovel and beg must your President. uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh.

Then uncle Sam laughed at his pride, uh-huh, uh-huh.
Laughed until he nearly cried, uh-huh, uh-huh.
Uncle Sam laughed right in his face
And he put Froggy in his place, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh

Froggy was important, or so he thought, uh-huh, uh-huh.
Till he found it was all for naught, uh-huh, uh-huh.
Froggy was important, or so he thought,
Should have left him under the Krauts, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh.

*It’s been three hours since I last saw a report, so for all I know Saddam has ridden out of Baghdad on a black Harley with a knife in his teeth to play chicken with a Bradley. Wouldn’t that be nice?

Update: Because I am anal about these things. Crambone!

Now tell me where it came from.

DAMN THE WAR!!!!! I am

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DAMN THE WAR!!!!!

I am totally pissed about the war today!! Not because I am against it, or because I hate Bush, but because of what this news has done to the rest of us. Today was supposed to be “National Steak and Blowjob Day” and I totally forgot about it. Dammit!!! The one day of the year I was REALLY looking forward to and it has been taken away from us. Now my wife is gone for the day and my chances of really “celebrating” this day correctly are gone. Unless………didn’t Bill Clinton teach us that a blowjob is not really cheating?………I’ll get back to you.

Tony’s Awards I realize that

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Tony’s Awards

I realize that Bush must be under an amazing amount of pressure with all of the decisions he has had to make over the past few weeks, but listening to NPR today, my thoughts seemed to turn to Tony Blair. I don’t know if most of us can really understand the sacrifices that Blair has made in an effort to stand with the U.S. Simply put, the man has put his political career on the line by standing with Bush, and while this may pail in comparison to our troops putting their lives on the line for freedom, in today’s world it is almost…..ALMOST, as impressive. I realize that he may be doing so for a number of reasons, not the least of which may be to stay on our good side, but I’m impressed, and I’m appreciative. Without a doubt he has been our greatest ally and friend, and I hope that his efforts and personal risks will be remembered.

Mahna Mahna do doo do

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Mahna Mahna

do doo do dodo…

Mahna Mahna

do doo do do…

Mahna Mahna

do doo do dodo do dodo do dododoodledododododo.

Blowing Up Our Own Shit

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Blowing Up Our Own Shit

Our military is so awesome. I don’t know why I find this so funny, but I read this earlier on CNN.com:

? Officials confirm that U.S. Special Forces are performing reconnaissance missions in southern Iraq, CNN’s Barbara Starr reported Thursday. “They call it preparing the battlefield,” Starr said. A Special Forces helicopter crashed in the southern Iraqi “no-fly” zone Wednesday before the attack began, a Pentagon official said. No one on board was injured, and all were evacuated, CNN has learned. The wreckage later was destroyed by a coalition airstrike (picture here).

For some reason the thought of us blowing up our own helicopter is funny to me. You know the Iraqis thought they had a helicopter to salvage and try to get information from so they were probably driving to it when all of a sudden….. BOOM!!! They must have thought “WTF????” We have so much military strength we can afford the bombs to blow up our own equipment. I love the image.

Saddam: Dead or Alive In

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Saddam: Dead or Alive

In honor of my trip to see Bon Jovi this Friday night at the RBC Center in Raleigh (yes, I am going, you can stop laughing now and go back to listening to your Yanni), these words popped into my head. They should be sung to the tune of ?Dead or Alive.?

It?s all the same, Saddam will never change,
Everyday, his power will be wasting away.
In Iraq, where the desert gets so hot,
He will die, if he surrenders or not.

Georgie?s a cowboy,
In the White House he resides,
Saddam?s wanted, dead or alive.
Wanted, dead or alive.

Iraq?s troops won?t sleep, we?ll put them in a daze,
The Iraqi leaders are starting to go their separate ways.
Sometimes you?ll tell the day, by the targets that we shell,
Tell Saddam we?re coming, and that we?re bringing hell.

Georgie?s a cowboy,
In the White House he resides,
Saddam?s wanted, dead or alive.
Wanted, dead or alive.

We?ll walk those streets, break down his palace gates,.
We?re playing for keeps, and we?re there to liberate.
As for Saddam, the bastard doesn?t stand a chance,
We?ll kick his ass, then we?ll say ?fuck you? to France..

Georgie?s a cowboy,
Without a teleprompter he can?t speak,
We?ll defeat Iraq,
Hopefully within the week.
He?s a cowboy,
The Iraqi people will cheer,
He should call up Jacques Chirac, and yell ?I got your veto right here!!!?

He?s a cowboy,
On a golf cart he rides,
Saddam?s wanted????.dead or alive.