Victoryish, on the march!
From the signing ceremony on the deck of the USS Hunky Dory, the announcement is made:
"Mission Accomplishedish!"
With the shores of Iraq and Greater Georgelandia fading in the distance,
the quasi-victor is forced to agree to a complete pullout of troops ,
(as per his predecessor's timetable and the demands of the Iraqi government.)
The semi-victorious commander declares the great expense of blood and treasure worth it.
Forty-five-hundred U.S. deaths and over one-hundred-thousand Iraqi deaths later,
a virtually-stable Democrasomething is at hand,
and is a model for other countries in the region yearning to become Stableish Democrasomethings, too!
Victoryish, the gift that keeps on . . .
Giving us debt payments,
Giving us more veterans in need of care,
And giving us the largest embassy in the world with an army of mercenaries, from Baghdad to Basra!
"Shock and Awe" is a thing of the past, and Victoryish . . . is forever!
Goodnight, and . . . sorry about that.