Mr. Bush stopped off at the green zone for a quick “look me in the eyes” with whats-his-name and received a standing cry with the quickly assembled green zoniacs. The heros in waiting wore green, Bush wore a light shade of scorn, edged in clear tear drops. The room sparkled with brass.

Big B. struggled with the translator. He seemed to be searching for Fiona Apples greatest hits, instead Big B. looks lost in translation. Before jetsoning off in AF1 he offered whats-his-name and the green zoniacs classic meatball fashion advice

So if you’re hiking today, please wear orange and keep low.

Good luck.

And what more could you expect with a meatball strategy, then that the tactless tacticians leave you in the green zone with your meatballs to the wall.

Good luck Iraq. Hope you enjoy the nice new orange flack jackets.