[NotJustAnotherPrettyFace]

Great music ping!

[T'wit]

Thank you. War is fun. I have great respect for the destructive power of "It's a small world," and Barry Manilow, and "Kumbaya," and especially Barney. Maybe we can dream up something even more war-like.

I would bomb the city female mating hormones, followed closely by video footage of Janet Reno, Donna Shalala, Helen Thomas, Betty Friedan, Rosie O'Donnell, Jamie Gorelick, and just for the effect, Al Sharpton. Next I'd order 1,000 straight plays of "Dancing Queen" by ABBA -- no, 2,500 relentless, nonstop plays of "Dancing Queen" by ABBA. Then I'd bomb the whole place with fire ants. Then when they are too busy slapping and scratching to resist, I'd hit them with an air strike of pig dung and lard, accompanied by a full 10,000 plays of "Japanese Banana" by Alvin and the Chipmunks.

[T'wit]

Then again, maybe the Marines would like to play this Betty Johnson classic a few thousand times:

The Little Blue Man

One morning when I was out shopping
Though you'll find it hard to believe
A little blue man came out of the crowd
And timidly tugged at my sleeve.

"I wuv you! I wuv you!" said the little blue man
"I wuv you! I wuv you to bits."
"I wuv you!" He loved me said the little blue man
And scared me right out of my wits.

I hurried back to my apartment
I rushed in and I closed the door
But there on the desk stood the little blue man
Who started to tell me once more

"I wuv you! I wuv you!" said the little blue man
"I wuv you! I wuv you to bits."
"I wuv you!" He loved me said the little blue man
And scared me right out of my wits.

For weeks after that I was haunted
Though no one could see him but me
Right by my side was the little blue man
Wherever I happened to be.

One evening in wild desperation
I rushed to a rooftop in town
And over the side pushed the little blue man
Who sang to me all the way down

"I wuv you! I wuv you!" said the little blue man
"I wuv you! I wuv you to bits."
"I wuv you!" He loved me said the little blue man
And scared me right out of my wits.

I whispered, "Thank goodness that's over!"
I smiled as I hurried outside
But there on the street stood the little blue man
Who said with a tear in his eye

"I don't wuv you anymore!"