Tomorrows cannon fodder, today
We welcome Dependable Renegade to the blogroll and we see that President Can’t Attend Even One of 1795 Military Funerals has time to stop in and visit the Boy Scout Jamboree being held at Camp Don’t-Stick-Your-Tongue-In-The-Socket. (It’s one of those Indian-name campgrounds like Camp Cha’kwaina or Camp Nock-a-ho-up).
Later the President wondered aloud if the Pentagon could drop the recruitment age to thirteen.
Old enough to get morning-wood, old enough to fight.
Although I see, from here, some aren’t ready for the Iraqi heat, but you go to war with the Boy Scouts you have, not the Boy Scouts you wish you had.