I wish they'd listened to Dick Cheney

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Courtney C said…
Wow, the whole family is getting political, where'd you find that clip? Also, I'll bet he'd been trying to figure out how to accomplish that strategy since 1994. Or, maybe they thought 'not again!' To the detriment of both human lives and Iraqi infastructure. Accepted - he WAS right.
September 5, 2007 at 6:35 PM
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