C'mon, Mr. President. You're not fooling anybody. Just admit you want to make money off of Iraqi oil and get it over with. If the citizenry of America understand anything, it's the desire to kill darker skinned people in order to take their resources under the guise of progress and idealism. Hell, isn't how this country was founded?

Ascerbic satire aside, the rhetoric of all the president's men is working. The majority of Americans want Saddam Hussein out, gone, dead. But, thankfully, the majority of Americans (who are willing to answer surveys) don't think we should do it without the support of a UN resolution. Which we are not going to get.

I've said it before, and I'll say it again -- Saddam is an asshole. He can't be trusted with a country. Even China and Cuba treat their people better than Iraq does. Furthermore, Hans Blix is a pussy if he thinks "unfettered access" does not include Saddam's eight compounds. He's leaving that to the UN to decide, and since Russia makes a lot of dough trading with Iraq, you know they aren't voting for anything that doesn't favor Hussein.

That said, the motivations for this war have nothing to do with terrorism. Hell, there are even theories floating around that the war in Afghanistan has nothing to do with terrorism and more to do with oil, shock and dismay. I don't know if it's a viable theory, but it's out there, and it makes more sense than that whole Israel-is-responsible-for-9/11 notion.

Eventually, Bush's true motivations will be unveiled, that we need a new regime in Iraq so we can continue to drive our five-miles-per-gallon SUVs and that he and Dick Cheney can make an assload of money. Americans may buy the first part, but the second part? Hopefully Enron, Andersen, and Tyco have taught us to not trust that line of reasoning.

On a lighter note, my favorite big word is still sesquipedalian. And when I get all sesquipedalian on people, I get funny, even angry looks. Give me a break. I may be sesquipedalian, but I'm not so grandiloquent that I my conversations have to be palaverous. If you don't understand a word I say, just ask, for God's sake.