It’s time for us, the U.S., to leave Iraq now. It is very simple. Let me put this another way. It is time for the U.S. to leave Iraq now. How ‘bout this. It is time for the U.S. to leave Iraq now. Or this. It is time for the U.S. to leave Iraq now. It’s not complicated. It’s time for us, the U.S., to leave Iraq now.

The conserveyourightatives have been saying of late (too) let’s not discuss how we got there, we’re there, and so now we have to stay. I mean sorry, but, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha. That’s hilarious. If somebody kidnaps me and takes me some place I’m gonna try to escape. I don’t want to then be told “ohmygod and after I went to all this trouble to get you here.”

But you can use their so-called argument against them. I don’t want to talk about the war anymore, in any way, right, wrong, the surge (gainsbourg?),  the geo-political reality show of dominos falling in a night sky, to form constellations that foreign policy gamblers can make their bones with. Let’s get the logisticians in there. Let’s leave.

Oh the horrors, the horrors, we’re told. “The horror” of our leaving. What will actually happen. We’ll have left.

And let me say somethinc about me. I am not a peacenik. I don’t say this with a sense of pride. I say this trying to be honest (key on the word “trying”). I know peaceniks, and they are the brave ones. (And often they have earned their bravery about peace, by actually fighting in a war, hello Dad.) I am not that brave, or brave like that. I have a real tendency towards war. I really do. I like to fight. I like to win. I usually do. I have a poem that includes the line “I always win.” Don’t fuck with me, period; o.k. semi-colon (huh?). I don’t like dictators, and although of course that’s a statement anybody can make quite comfortably not many people really mean it. I do mean it, feel it. Saddam Hussein is dead and gone. His sons are killed, dead too. Some of the monsters that drove the screws into the casket top of their own country dumping it into a shallow grave of deep suffering, gone. Killed. Dead. 1.2.3.4! Good.

But guess what. Mission accomplished. O.k., hey ho, let’s go.

Have you ever been in a meeting. It doesn’t have to be formal or anything, in a business, or on a committee or anything, ya know jus’ a group of people together discussing somethinc, and the discussions can get intense, and all over the place, and then finally, they settle down and some kind of creaking consensus is reached, and just as everybody calms down, and gets ready to leave, somebody, has to bring up the thing again, the one thing, that starts the whole damn conflagration to flame into cons and pro again and nowhere is gotten to fast. That’s where we are now with Iraq. But, easily solved. Again, not that complicated.

Meeting adjourned.