You want to increase the military? Where were you when Clinton was dumping all the young Captains and Lt., didn't hear you out there making any proposals.
For the record, I don't know how to beat an insurgency.
You got that right, you don't.
Aaaaaaah, yes. Ms. Mcgavin99999 has reemerged from her pretty pink room, tossing more insults and still unable to engage in debate or dialogue. It must be horrible to be such a bitter, angry old lady.
[I'm just sick of you keyboard warriors making stupid posts about how long this should take.]
Are you writing to me, sweetheart? I have no idea how long this should take, nor have I made any comments about such. Are you transposing an argument you once had with your hippy daughters back in the 1960s to the here and now?
I'm discussing force levels. Very well, in fact, with Cicero and Balding Eagle, who raise good points that are challenging. You? Well, I suggest you go back to your bingo game at the casino and complain how everyone's cheating you. Tell someone else about how things were back when you wore dresses down to your ankles and walked 5 miles to school, uphill both ways, through 12' snow drifts.
[You want to increase the military? Where were you when Clinton was dumping all the young Captains and Lt., didn't hear you out there making any proposals.]
Are you talking to me, honey? Back in the 1990s, I was working 3 jobs and voting R as often as I could. And you, princess? Why don't you tell us about your grassroots effort that saved the world, that saved our military, that stopped the RIFs, all while your hair was turning grey and your boobs began sagging down to your knees. I'd love to hear your story.
[You got that right, you don't.]
That and lots more, baby. My way, we would have beaten the insurgency a long time ago and I'd be vacationing at the W Hotel in Baghdad and taking side trips to urinate on Saddam's unmarked grave.