About Me: When Bush and the PNAC'ers talk you get the idea that troops don't mean nothin more to them than the little red, white and blue wood blocks in the Risk Game ... These ain't the guys you'd want on a camp out, that's fer sure. Take them along and you'd have to chop all the wood, build the fire, help em put up their tents, and sing cowboy songs to em when it gets dark, quiet and scary in the woods. Probably have to bait their hooks, untangle their lines and hold their hands while they reel in a fish ... Dang certain I'd have to gut the fish for em since there'd be guts involved.