Since it has been so long, here are a few things. First, a soldier who is fighting his fifth tour of duty. Besides the whole danger of death thing, he'll probably lose his house and have all sorts of job trouble if he goes. Can't get enough of that old compassionate conservatism.
Although, I must say I do think five is a good number, because it's the maximum number of times you can play Russian roulette on the same spin without definitely dying, so I say send em back Georgie. Who cares that you couldn't even be bothered with one tour in Vietnam. Also, five just happens to be the exact number of deferments that Dark Side Dick Cheney received. How appropriate.
Second, our reader will know that I'm always looking for fun new metaphors for the war, and I read this one today. I think it sums up this moron's tactics perfectly:
Bush is like a superintendent with a large toolbox containing only a hammer. When he fails to solve a problem that cannot be fixed with a hammer, he either demands to know how anybody could suggest it's not the finest hammer ever manufactured, or he tries to obscure the view so only the nails are visible.
Let's put out a fire with gasoline. If that doesn't work, it's either faulty gasoline or it's a fire that only burns things in a good way.
