Rub his nose in it. Once for each dead soldier.

A nice moment. To paraphrase Madeline Kahn in Young Frankenstein,

"Ah, sweet mystery of life, at last I've found thee!"





Track records speak louder than your empty words, "we all need to work together" -- too little, too late.

Is anyone buying this? People? Keep rolled-up newspaper at the ready. Oh, wait, no one reads newspapers anymore...