🚀 go-pugleaf

On Wed, 2 Apr 2003 10:14:44 -0800, Bret Ripley <rip...@olywa.net>
wrote:

>In article <foqk8v824etg65i5n...@4ax.com>, 
>br...@zakalwe.demon.co.uk says...
>> On Tue, 01 Apr 2003 23:13:53 +0100, Memnoch
>> <mem...@nospampleaseimbritish.ntlworld.com> wrote:
>> 
>> >On Tue, 01 Apr 2003 00:44:01 +0100, Lemming <l3m...@bumblbee.demon.co.uk>
>> >wrote:
>> >
>> >>Bret Ripley <rip...@olywa.net> wrote:
>> >>
>> >>>In article <69bd8v458mvtbt77q...@4ax.com>, 
>> >>>l3m...@bumblbee.demon.co.uk says...
>> >>>> comstar <com...@optusnet.com.au> wrote:
>> >>>> 
>> >>>> >
>> >>>> >
>> >>>> >Bret Ripley wrote:
>> >>>> >
>> >>>> >> In article <b5vjto$6ru$1...@slb9.atl.mindspring.net>, un...@mindspring.com
>> >>>> >> says...
>> >>>> >> > how soon?
>> >>>> >>
>> >>>> >> <MarathonManMode>
>> >>>> >>
>> >>>> >> Soon.  Very soon.  So soon you wouldn't believe it.
>> >>>> >>
>> >>>> >> *BZZZZZZZRRRRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEE*
>> >>>> >>
>> >>>> >> No, not soon.  Not soon at all.
>> >>>> >
>> >>>> >    I saw that same line used at the latest colation briefing in Quatar
>> >>>> >about the war in Iraq.
>> >>>> >
>> >>>> >I take it to mean you havn't got a clue either. Pity.
>> >>>> 
>> >>>> Hey, be fair.  They didn't "wargame" the "enemy" fighting back.
>> >>>
>> >>>Maybe they blew their whole budget on marketing?
>> >>
>> >>I just want to know how they hope to win the "hearts and minds" of the
>> >>"enemy" when they can't even win the "hearts and minds" of their own
>> >>"electorate".
>> >
>> >Not only that but slaughtering the very people you are trying to win over
>> >doesn't help. And slaughtering the people you arre slaughtering those people
>> >with as well. If I was a Brit squadie and was told to get on an American
>> >chopper now I'd tell 'em I'd walk to Basra!
>> 
>> Is the world not perfect then? That's a terrible shock.
>
>Yeah, Mem.  Next time put in a Spoiler Warning.

I'm adjusting Bret, i'm adjusting.

Anyway, Sven's playing Rooney instead of Heskey, so very little else
can impact at the moment. I'm in that blissful cocoon of anticipation,
the one that always gets smeared under the grinding boot of reality.

br d