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November, 2003 Okay, let's get it right this time. We're in for a long war but we won't
be fighting it. Iraqis will be fighting it. We're training a quarter of
a million of them, real quick, to kill each other. Sorry, kill the bad
Iraqis, whom they'll recognise. We don't know who the bad Iraqis are.
They may not be Iraqis at all. They may be Syrians or Jordanians coming
in across borders that are unpoliced. They may be Saddamist diehards commanded
by Saddam. We know Saddam is still in Iraq although the borders are unpoliced.
So maybe it's him, commanding an army we abolished and wouldn't pay wages
any more. Why they'd go back to his command beats us. Just because he
paid them and we wouldn't. Although we don't know where the terrorists are coming from we've got great confidence in our intelligence services. They told us about the Niger uranium and the chemical weapons factories so we could go to war. They pinpointed Saddam so we killed him twice. They told us Osama was in Afghanistan so we blew up that whole country and didn't get him. Although we haven't caught Saddam or Osama yet and this was the aim of two whole wars we have got undying confidence in our intelligence services. They are the best. We've got great confidence in our loyal allies too. Though they won't
cough up much money, or hardly any troops, they're the only allies we've
got. They send us good wishes, and hope we get the boys home by Christmas.
No-one doubts that we will succeed in our endeavours or that Saddam, whose former army is killing lots of us, won't come back. No-one believes our troops will go AWOL while on R and R, or not many anyway. No-one believes the President's ratings will go down under 40 percent and he'll cut and run, and the Iraqis will ask the UN back to clean up the mess. No-one believes that although the UN has left, and Red Cross has left,
and no-one else is coming, that things are not improving. Of course they
are. We wouldn't be here if they weren't. And if they don't, we'll probably
leave. It's not a quagmire, really. More like a quicksand.
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