Oh, my sides are hurting!

Read Lileks. Just. Go. Read him. Oh my gosh, he's funny. He warns you, it's a major screed, and his face is red and he's steaming, but oh, he is so right on the money.

Here's a sampling:

Perhaps the “ally” is that big blue wobbly mass known as the UN, that paragon of moral clarity, that conscience of the globe. You want to really anger a UN official? Tow his car. Short of that you can get away with anything. (Sudan is on the human rights commission, to cite a prominent and amusing detail. It’s like putting Tony Soprano on the New Jersey Waste Management Regulation Board.) I don’t worry that the UN is angry with us. I’d be worried if they weren’t. And I find it interesting that someone who would complain about outsourcing peevishly notes that we hired HALLIBURTON to do the work instead of throwing buckets of billions to French and German contractors who sold them the jets and built the bunkers.

I’ve been hearing this shite for years! That’s why I can’t stand the debates! ENOUGH WITH FRANCE AND GERMANY!

(pause; huffing into a plastic bag to restore blood chemistry)

Oh, my aching sides! And he's So. Darn. Right.

Don't miss his third-to-last paragraph. (For those of you in the know, that's the ante-penultimate graph.)