WAR

once upon a time a debauched non-straight prisoner wrote:

"As long as war is regarded as wicked it will always have its fascinations. When it is looked upon as vulgar, it will cease to be popular."
his name was Oscar Wilde.

years later a nice and proper whitehousewife honestly, and eloquently, announced:

"War is not nice."
she was Barbara, Barbara Bush.

and years later, despite what his mother had told him and told the world, her son W...thinking about what Bono had once said, something abt "how to dismantle an atomic bomb" stood high on his ranchy hill, squared his shoulders, squinted his eyes to concentrate his fleeting thoughts, and proclaimed (and proclaimed and proclaimed), the best possible way to go about it:

"The battle is now joined on many fronts. We will not waver; we will not tire; we will not falter; and we will not fail."
and he was George W, Bush, of course. speaking up so jad, Ahmadinejad, could catch his texan droll, i mean drawl.

unfortunately he spoke through the airs propelling his words towards Jad's right ear, having been informed by his intelligence that the left ear of the recipient needed some fine tuning. he should have known better than to trust his intelligence. it was the right ear that needed abit of squeaking. and so the entire proclamation, including 'we will not fall' fell on the deaf ear.
somebody should either turn Ahmadinejad so his left ear would be open to receive intelligent signals from across the wave lengths, or turn W in a more ear-friendly direction, whichever is easier to do. and see what happens.

just make sure not to turn them both.

(don't ask; silliness comes out in desperate time)