The architect of that war landed at nearly the same time at his vacation home in Crawford, Texas, resting up from the grueling task of sending other-mothers'-sons to die for nothing.
Where’s the outrage?
Of the 14 men who were killed, not one was named Bush, or Cheney or Rumsfeld. They were all just grunts doing their jobs, fighting for their country.
Or, so they thought.
Not one of them joined the fray to fight to defend the torture chambers at Guantanamo or Abu Ghraib.
Not one of them fought to make Iraq safe for Halliburton, or Bechtel, or Exxon.
Not one fought to increase domestic surveillance and intrusive big government like the Patriot Act.
Not one fought to shift more of the nation’s wealth into the pockets of the bloodsucking parasite-class to which Bush belongs.
Not one fought to ensure that Bush and his warmongering cadres could continue to flatten whole cities, poison the water, devastate the economy, steal their oil, destroy their society, and kill and imprison their people.
Every one of them fought and died because they loved their country and they trusted their leaders not to lie to them.