| Tuesday, September 17, 2002 |
 | On the bright side, as a dear old friend reminds me just how old I am, the world seems in so many ways a better place. I'm really warming to George Bush Jr. No, really. He's so cool. Having been thrown completely for a loop by Iraq's unconditional acceptance of weapons inspectors, expecting some qualification that would justify military action, he is now making noises, it seems, to the effect that if the UN accept that this, the thing that the US was demanding, is enough, and quail at removing a nation's head of state through military force, they are nought but a talking shop.
He has also made clear that he will not tolerate the use of "The World's Worst Weapons". Which is a bit worrying. I have some humous in the fridge. Used against an enemy, it will at best get on their clothes, and it actually washes off quite easily. If that turns out to be one of the world's worst weapons (and it is really very shit indeed), I am so screwed. I mean, even a haddock would smell and leave a greasy stain....
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