Personally, I saw a dead opossum in the road just now, and I think they are uglier than rats, when dead, yet I rather like them, somehow, still. Marsupials kind of, well, rock.
Still, I am glad not to have a pouch.
Colin Powell is not an opossom, nor a 'possum, as they're usually known 'round these parts, but his whole past actually smells a little ratty . . .
Remember the words "My Lai Massacre" anyone? Well, kids, this is a fun little story that your grandpa should have told you. I won't go into details (hundreds of unarmed Vietnamese killed by our boys over there, March 1968), but our hero Mr. Powell was the young major hired by the army to "investigate" the early allegations that some kind of massacre had taken place.
His response? Massacre? What massacre?: "Powell wrote, at the time: "In direct refutation of this portrayal [of the My Lai massacre and other atrocities by soldiers on the ground in Viet Nam] is the fact that relations between American soldiers and the Vietnamese people are excellent." Later, Powell's refutation would be called an act of "white-washing" the news of the Massacre, and questions would continue to remain undisclosed to the public.' "
Just like how Abu Ghraib couldn't have really taken place, because our relations with the Iraqis are just so wonderful. You see?
Can you say "cover up"? Yes. And Mr. Powell, all-American hero, is also a huge invester in the Carlyle Group. That, kids, is called "War Profiteering" by some people. Not patriotic people, mind, but just some evil commies out to brainwash y'all...
(And don't get me started on his son Michael.)
But lets get back to some happy conversation, shall we? Rats? Ticks? Leeches? |
