I know, I know, we sometimes look like a big, weak doofus. Tottering, confused, unable to focus.
In the end, we will roll into your shitty country, flatten it, kill all the people we want, and hang your leadership by their necks.
Go ahead, keep listening to your politicians and religious leaders, and talking shit. We like that. It lets us know who and where you are. Thanks for that. Oh, and better yet, please attack us some more. You're right, our people are fat and sassy. Complacent. That can happen when you are superior to everybody else, so please, attack us. It scares the plebes, and allows us to come fuck you up some more.
Oh, and listen to our news, and our talk shows, our pundits, and our Hollywood movie stars. And our retired military officers. Read: couldn't hold a job, so now working for the snack table in the Green Rooms of various worthless news shows.
Please, get cocky.
Saddam's rope is still creaking as it stretches back into shape. Maybe it'll be around your neck next...