Because I go through a bottle of whiskey every time our fearless Commander-in-Chief is on TV.
In the past year, we have made significant progress.
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Our progress has been uneven, but progress is being made.
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The progress in the past year has been significant, and we have a clear path forward.
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We have made progress, but we have a lot more work to do.
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As Iraqis make progress toward a free society, the effects are being felt beyond Iraq's borders.
I'll say. If I hear the word "progress" again I'm going to go all Darryl Revok on somebody.
Some contend that we should set a deadline for withdrawing U.S. forces. Let me explain why that would be a serious mistake.
Setting an artificial timetable would send the wrong message to the Iraqis, who need to know that America will not leave before the job is done.
It would send the wrong signal to our troops, who need to know that we are serious about completing the mission they are risking their lives to achieve.
I can't speak for the troops, but their faith in our "seriousness" might not be such an issue if you hadn't lied about why they were going over there in the first place. Hell, tell them you're looking for Inca gold. That at least has the romantic connotation "he tried to kill my daddy" lacks.
And to those watching tonight who are considering a military career, there is no higher calling than service in our armed forces.
"Chicks dig a man in uniform, fellas. There were some fillies down in Alabama who could testify to that, make no mistake."
Boy howdy.
You kids. With your music. And your alliterative online names.
If only he had said "Iraq, Iraq, we have no plan, but if we can't do it, no one can," it would have made for a much better pep rally.
And our big pants and the listening to the "Becks" and our Volkswagen Jetta leases . . .
Whenever I see the Shrub anymore, I think of Homer, drunk at the bar: "and the fat guy, how I loathe him."
So, Bush talked about getting his daughters to enlist, did he?
I was waiting to hear the Dick-in-Chief pull out the old, "Stay the course" chestnut! Well, I guess he sorta, kinda did.
Bleh. I went to a rock concert. Didn't think about the chimpling the whole night.