The War Whores Ride The War Horse

The Queens of Stalingrad have been riding the war horse just because.

What better way to divert attention from the coup (A Tale of Coup Cities - 4) against the Fourth Amendment, exemplified by the military NSA spying on all Americans (ACLU vs. Clapper, Alexander, Hagel, Holder, and Mueller) as well as spying on the rest of their "friends" around the world.

When the words of doublespeak failed to instill a war chant orgy anywhere other than in the presstitutes (In the Fog of The Presstitutes), the low hanging fruits of war lust in the congress was the next boudoir the regime looked to peddle a promiscuous war.

They were giving out Freedom Viagra along with free "how to tempt your constituents" pamphlets to any congress wieners still suffering from the Iraq-STD syndrome, and who therefore couldn't get it up with just the regime's sexy war whoops.

Those congresspersons who, because of Iraq-STD syndrome, have a hard time whooping it up and sticking it into yet another "primitive" in yet another dirty bed in yet another pimp's territory.

Thus, the regime's effort to subvert the peace has gone over, so far, like Tricky Dick Nixon as lead singer in a Lead Zeppelin jam at a rest-home tea-party.

So the regime switched to the old Magic Teflon Vagina Juice rap (NeoCon Planet: Magic Teflon Vagina Juice), which also pained all groins.

In a prepared joke at the G-Spot, where the War Pimp in Chief demonstrated his vision for proper love dynamics (Obama Stands Firm), the invasion advocate failed to stand his ground when he offered a military NSA joke to soothe the gathering.

The joke was about a U.S. President who went into a G-20-spot bar, where the bartender asked him "have you heard the German joke about ...", when the president promptly interrupted her, then said "Yes."

Which was yet another flop because oppressing the privacy of other nations is no funnier than oppressing the privacy of one's own citizens.

Becoming desperately horny, the President then informed everyone that "the first one's free":

Secretary of State John Kerry said at Wednesday’s hearing that Arab

counties have offered to pay for the entirety of unseating President Bashar al-Assad if the United States took the lead militarily.

“With respect to Arab countries offering to bear costs and to assess, the answer is profoundly yes,” Kerry said. “They have. That offer is on the table.”

Asked by Rep. Ileana Ros-Lehtinen (R-Fla.) about how much those countries would contribute, Kerry said they have offered to pay for all of a full invasion.

“In fact, some of them have said that if the United States is prepared to go do the whole thing the way we’ve done it previously in other places, they’ll carry that cost,” Kerry said.

(Kerry: Arabians Offered to pay for Invasion). Free condoms, flowers, and batteries for the boy-toys are also included.

Opponents of the Assad orgy offered a free novel to some to read during the upcoming nights of chains and hope, nights of shock and awe, yes, offered to those who are resisting the foggy sacraments of The Virgin MOMCOM.

That virgin novel has a plot something like this:

America has been at war in Afghanistan for the entire adult life of any voter under 30. For still younger Americans, every living memory is of a country with troops in combat overseas—and for what? The wars haven’t brought prosperity: just the opposite. They haven’t reaffirmed traditional sex roles or Christianity or family values, all of which are challenged by veterans coming home with missing limbs or mangled minds. The cultural resonances of this decade of war are the opposite of those of Vietnam; they’re closer to those of Great Britain after World War I. Britain, too, won its war and wondered what that meant.

Republicans split over Bush’s wars as deeply as Democrats once split over

D.C. Children of War

Vietnam. The raw numbers aren’t similar—the antiwar right is not as numerous as the antiwar left once was—but the philosophical depth of the divide is as great. And it’s a generation gap. Boomer Republicans are still refighting old wars—Benghazi is the new Khe Sanh, and they’ve adopted Israel not only as avatar of the lost South Vietnam but as symbol of the Providential favor and military virtue our nation lost in the 1960s. Yet even the younger evangelicals—let alone Ron Paul’s youthful supporters and the neo-traditionalist “crunchy cons”—don’t buy it.

The GOP never learned to talk to the post-Vietnam generation in the first place; over the last decade, it compounded the problem by launching wars that, far from resolving the unfinished business of the Vietnam era, only made clear that those who are refighting the conflicts of that time are oblivious to today’s realities.

(The Waning of the War Whores, emphasis added). Some of the regime's mouth madams are wearing new combat boots like they wear their new god of war (Your God Wears Combat Boots).

They are planning to do some boot scooting while wearing them at the president's Ho!Down! sermon to "the government of the people, for the people, and bypass the people" (a.k.a. the teleprompter) on National Psychotic Day (Deja Voodoo: The September 11 Psychosis).

The next post in this series is here.

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A famed editor's take on the work of a Master of war Songs:

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