This is the first news I heard today:

Former secretary of state Colin L. Powell advised President Bush before the Iraq war to send more troops to the country, but the administration did not follow his recommendation, Powell said in an interview broadcast today.

Monday morning quarterbacks are universally annoying. Some guy, who can barely walk up his own house stairs without losing his breathe, waddles into the office talkin smack about "If I were in charge during the game, this woulda been and coulda been, blah-de-blah-blah.

Now imagine instead you have the actual quarterback from Sunday's game rollin by your watercooler: "Man, what a messed up game that was yesterday. If they put me in, I woulda done this and coulda done that and blah-de-blah-blah."

That's Colin Powell right there.

I swear, if this unprincipled, cowardly, trash-talking mo-fo doesn't shut up, I'm gonna find a way to go Oops, upside his head. More than any of us out here in the streets, Colin Powell had the ability to at least bring attention to America's efforts to manipulate ourselves into an unnecessary war. He went in front of the U.N. and sold a bunch of bullshit about trailers and robotic planes and whatnot, gutting his own credibility in the process.

But what did he DO about it? When things were really heating up, and generals were saying we didn't have enough troops, and analysts came out questioning the intelligence and the post-war strategy was looking a bit non-strategic, this bastard didn't say a god damned thing.

I will NEVER forgive him for that.

As the election of 2004 approached, he defended the president. He stood up for bullshit over national security and common sense. He deserves nothing. I don't want to hear him utter another word, unless those words are a protracted, weeping, groveling, desperate cry for forgiveness. And even that would make me sick.

I wish this biatch would consider running for public office, just so we can remind him, that he had his chance to be a real leader and blew it.

God, I hate that man.