Nothing can stop me now that I have the meddling Dynamic Duo safely suspended over the Vat of Flaming Korans in my secret Guantanamo warehouse! Gotham City will greet me as a liberator! Mwa ha ha ha ha ha!
"One night back in '71, Dick Cheney and I were so faded on Jack Daniels that we threw spitballs at Spiro Agnew's head. Dick Nixon almost had a stroke he was laughing so hard!
Rumsfeld perfects his newest fighting technique, Drunken Press Conference, in which he disrupts his opponent's sense of balance before delivering a swift final chop.
'...and furthermore, if a packed baseball stadium of boo-birds won't cost Dick Cheney his job, who cares what a bunch of incompetent, slack-ass Generals say about me?'
No, there's nothing wrong. Our Titanic War is proceeding on course and on schedule...
Or if on joyful wing,
Cleaving the sky,
Sun, moon, and stars forgot,
Upward I fly,
Still all my song shall be,
Nearer, my God, to Thee,
Nearer, my God, to Thee,
Nearer to Thee.
Whoa! We're listing to the right again!
Posted by: yank in london | 15 April 2006 at 10:31
“Those generals are watching way too much of that Apprentice show. What they’ve got is a case of ‘Trumpitis.’”
Posted by: fred | 15 April 2006 at 13:52
Nothing can stop me now that I have the meddling Dynamic Duo safely suspended over the Vat of Flaming Korans in my secret Guantanamo warehouse! Gotham City will greet me as a liberator! Mwa ha ha ha ha ha!
Posted by: Chris Clarke | 15 April 2006 at 13:53
"I'm doing a great job, Rummy."
Posted by: pansauce | 15 April 2006 at 15:39
What did I tell you about skewing left? Even you photographers are doing it.
When the AP runs this, the American people will think this shot was taken from inside the Riddler's hideout.
Posted by: jon boyd | 15 April 2006 at 16:19
"One night back in '71, Dick Cheney and I were so faded on Jack Daniels that we threw spitballs at Spiro Agnew's head. Dick Nixon almost had a stroke he was laughing so hard!
...Sorry, what was your question?"
Posted by: Comandante Agí | 15 April 2006 at 18:07
Rumsfeld perfects his newest fighting technique, Drunken Press Conference, in which he disrupts his opponent's sense of balance before delivering a swift final chop.
Posted by: Nicholas Beaudrot | 15 April 2006 at 20:49
Holy Batshit Batman, I knew he was behind all of this!
Posted by: TSop | 15 April 2006 at 22:58
"Hey, if I need a four-star general's opinion, I'll give him one."
Posted by: thehim | 15 April 2006 at 23:55
'...and furthermore, if a packed baseball stadium of boo-birds won't cost Dick Cheney his job, who cares what a bunch of incompetent, slack-ass Generals say about me?'
Posted by: thatcoloredfella | 16 April 2006 at 01:32
"I can tell you with complete honesty that the Pentagon is 100% behind me."
Posted by: Bruce Arthurs | 16 April 2006 at 13:05
You see, we have knowns and unknown knowns, but what is known is I am bugshit crazy.
Posted by: YonderScott | 16 April 2006 at 21:26
No, there's nothing wrong. Our Titanic War is proceeding on course and on schedule...
Or if on joyful wing,
Cleaving the sky,
Sun, moon, and stars forgot,
Upward I fly,
Still all my song shall be,
Nearer, my God, to Thee,
Nearer, my God, to Thee,
Nearer to Thee.
Posted by: bigbootay | 17 April 2006 at 04:21
I'm gonna need you guys to shuffle these deck chairs a bit...
Posted by: Dan | 18 April 2006 at 00:24
There are the generals you know, the generals you don't know and the generals you don't know you don't know.
Now, where was I?
Posted by: pebird | 18 April 2006 at 01:47
Freedom is untidy.
Posted by: Tommykey | 20 April 2006 at 22:07