Little children with big sticks

Constantly fucking up. But never, ever wrong.

The perils of being commander in chief

"In an open letter to Obama on his Web site Monday, liberal activist Michael Moore wrote that by increasing troops in Afghanistan, 'you will do the worst possible thing you could do -- destroy the hopes and dreams so many millions have placed in you.'

'With just one speech tomorrow night,' Moore continued, 'you will turn a multitude of young people who were the backbone of your campaign into disillusioned cynics. You will teach them what they've always heard is true -- that all politicians are alike.'"

Or perhaps some leftists might rethink the idea that they are never wrong ever. About anything, no less.

We are such a stupid and goofy species, most of the time. Little children with big sticks. We beat enough people with them, we begin to believe that our sticks make everything right. And everything is right because of our sticks. And round and round we go with such foolishness like kids in angry bumper cars.

It's so funny to watch my favorite species of special people shirk off greater wisdom for the immediate gratification of egos in desperate need of attention. Might makes right. Revenge best served cold. And my personal favorite.

I always have the right answers.

Well. Thank goodness for that. I suppose we can all sleep well, now, that every single one of us, all in contradiction, to boot, have all the right answers. And the sticks to prove it.

What a bunch of dumbasses we all are. Lovable little dumbasses.

Constantly fucking up.

But never, ever wrong.

Come to think of it. Story of my life.