Loved seein' ya and all but Lynne and I gotta cut and run

Can't tell you how much we enjoy these little visits to Iraq and seeing all you military guys and gals, and believe me we are 110% behind ya. We are with you every step of the way, maybe not exactly with you as in actually being here in danger of being blown up like you are, because of course we won't be, we'll be in Wyoming on our ranch, or at a fundraiser in our nation's capital, but it's like we're with you in spirit. Yeah, that's the ticket. In spirit. You here, us over there. Division of labor, sort of thing. You get blown up, we get to go fishing. Works for me. But seriously, boys, we are so fucking proud of you. Lynne and I just think of you as our own children, well, not those of you who are black, of course, or hispanic, but you white ones are just like ours. In our hearts, we are your mommie and your daddy. That's why we have to go now so we can take care of grownup things, like figuring out how to get out of this fucking raghead mess which you aren't doing much to help, you useless dogfucking morons. Can't you do anything right? It took you three years to find that fucking Zarqawi? How stupid can you get? Anyway, gotta go. Shut the goddam door and let's get out of this shithole.