The Parable of The Cajun Bingo Game

Your Right Hand Thief provides the details, then links to Powerline blog. Hindrocket (I assume the writer of Powerline) takes the sucker's bait--and, for good measure, engages in a little gratuitous sliming:

As we've said before, the Democrats don't fear that we will fail in Iraq; they fear that we will succeed...Nevertheless, the left fears that the President's policy ultimately will succeed. Elections will be held next month; terrorists are steadily being eliminated; Iraqi soldiers and policemen are being trained.

Um, no, Pennyrocket. You're wrong--and so off base that a little leaguer could pick you off.

Democrats are NOT hoping the pResident's policies will fail--we are WITNESSING THE FAILURE OF THE POLICY. There is a difference, although it might be hard for someone like you to understand. Daily bombings, beheadings, attacks like the one in Mosul, the ongoing violence in and around Fallujah, etc., are "successes" in the same way that the Titanic's first voyage was a success.

A battalion of soldiers and a few dozen policemen isn't "turning the corner," it's a pathetic attempt to spin a disaster. And now isn't the time to start whining about Democrats. Now is the time to figure out a goddamned policy towards the country and the region that doesn't stink to high heaven--like the present policy does.

At the same time, you know what? It's YOUR war--yours and the other morons who couldn't wait to "prove the libruls wrong." You went so far as to pull a true Banana Republic stunt out of your tired bag of tricks--George the Flightsuited Wonder--and had your hero strut around like a damned peacock while carefully making sure the camera angles didn't give the game away. "Mission Accomplished!" you all exclaimed.

Well, the mission ISN'T accomplished. In fact, thanks to your idiocy, the "mission," whatever the fuck it's supposed to be, is in danger of failing pretty dramatically. But, like all genuine losers, your reaction is to bark louder, hoping no one sees that you're pissing on your own leg.

But hey, you're only a point or two away from a hundred...