Like most days lately, I wake up in a surreal state of semi consciousness where I find myself thinking that if I can just stop beating my head against the brick wall of stupidity, I would actually feel much, much better. But such is my fate in life that I must beat my forehead against the diamond hard wall of the inane babbling that passes for common wisdom on this wretched planet.
It's pretty interesting the way the debate around setting a date for withdraw from Iraq has been framed. The overwhelming characterization heard from the mouth breathing section is that by setting a date, we are giving away our play book to the enemy. You see, all they have to do is sit on the side lines and wait us out. When we're gone, they'll magically reappear like a stripper's virginity and things will be even worse - WORSE, I TELL YOU - than you can even begin to imagine in your worst nightmares.
This argument is, of course, stunning and breath taking only for the vast litany of ways in which it is so stupidly incorrect.
