


Staff Sergeant Paul Schmidt of Terre Haute, Indiana knows what America's doing in Iraq is the right thing.
"I know in my heart we're doing the right thing over there," Paul bravely told FOX News' Tony Snow from his wheelchair.  Referring to his missing legs, Schmidt added, "if it wasn't such a moral thing we're doing over there in Iraq, then I lost these in vain.  I can't accept that."
Marine Corporal Steve Stack of Anchorage, Alaska, agrees.  "I lost my right arm below the elbow.  So I know we did the right thing by going in there.  Sudama bin Hussein was a bad guy, and if anything, these ends justify these means."  Stack's father, Wilbur, calls his son a hero.  "He lost an arm.  If (the war in Iraq) wasn't the right thing to do, we might be upset about it.  But we're not.  Our son lost his arm for a noble cause."
But not
everyone sees it that way.  The looney left has to chime in from time to time, and their analysis isn't so rosy.  Antiwar scum the world over think these young heroes have been fooled, and are in fact manifesting ego defense mechanisms.  These phenomena, say the wacked-out crazies on the left, are a way the mind protects the ego from accepting ugly realities, like the stark fact that one has been relegated to nothing more than a disposable pawn in an unjust war.  "Of course they think their sacrifice was a noble one," says Dr. Mary White of the Johns Hopkins psychiatry ward in Bethesda, Maryland.  "If not, they'd have to face the reality they're unfortunate victims of a lunatic's senseless act of religious stereotyping."
But Marcia Butterbaum of St. Louis knows better.  A mother of five boys, one of whom has just returned from Fallujah, she chokes up every time she talks about her son's injuries.  He didn't lose any limbs, but Phil Butterbaum suffered third degree burns over 45% of his body, including his entire face and most of his neck.  And he couldn't be prouder.
"From now on," he boasts,
I'll carry this war on my face.  No matter where I go, the U.S.A.'s victory against evil will be written all over my face.  Literally."
When Scott McLellan said Newsweek has damaged our image abroad, he wasn't just whistling Dixie.  A nifty new graphic prepared by the Department of Statistics seems to prove his point.
"It's just what I suspected," warned McLellan.  "Just when things were going really, really good, an arm of the vast, left-wing, liberal media conspiracy reaches out and damages our image abroad like this."
But not to worry, assures McLellan.  "Certain security caution protocols are in place for any event that might require for the deployment of specific protocols designed to disable any security concerns and cautionary actions not prepared by those unaware of our double-sided security protocols ," the fancy-speaking White House spokesman assured us.
Don't Hate on the Klan
Alls I been hearing about this past week is how the Ku Klux Klan went playing around with some nig... ah, colored folks in the Raleigh area.  Don't hear nothin' about the good things happenin' in Iraq, or how abortion levels is down or nothin'.  Just about them damn porch monk... negroes and how they gettin' sensitive over some white guys' holy ceremony.
Oh, sure, the fellas what burnt these crosses aren't exactly whatcha call 'politically correct,' but since when does our Constitution contin the words 'political correct' anyways?
Mama always told me "beurteilen Sie nie ein Buch durch seine Abdeckung!" which means never judge a book by its cover.
And you should apply that common sense to the KKK.  They's harmless good ol' boys just havin' some fun.  Leave 'em be, and they'll be on their way directly.
by Bill O'Reilly
As I sit here and think about the sacrifices our brave men and women in Iraq are making, I can't help but rue all the opportunities I never got to take advantage of.
See, a lotta people are under the misguided impression I'm a lucky guy, know what I'm sayin' here?  They think I've been handed my lifestyle on a silver platter.  But I'm not.  I've had to pull my weight every single day of my thirty-some odd years, and no one's ever given me a thing.
In fact, I'd venture to say most guys my age have been luckier than me.  For example, a lotta guys were lucky enough to go to the Vietnam War.  'kay?  They were lucky.  Ah'right?  I mean, those guys were like, "hey!  Look at me!  I'm a hero over here!"  Mmkay?
But not me.  I was just a poor, black child growing up in southeastern Detroit.  Didn't get any invite to the war.  Know what I'm sayin' here?  I've said it before, and I'll say it again: I didn't get to go.
I almost got my taste of heroics in the Falklands, where my pen and I saw several heated battles.  So I know a thing or two about how much fun it probably was for those lucky enough to end up in Vietnam in the late 60's and early 70's.
Now LOOK: some people say I'm just your average phony macho guy with penis envy and a bizarre anal fetish.  But that's baloney.  And here's how you know it's baloney: the same people who call me hypocritical and so forth refuse to come on my show.  They won't say it to my face.  Mmkay?  'Cause if they did, I'd challenge 'em to a duel.  Know what I'm gettin' at here?
I could think of a thousand other cool things I never got to do.  Like the time I was too busy with a book signing in Cancun to donate bone marrow for one of my cousin's transplants.
I'll save that for another time.