In the southwestern outskirts of Baghdad, not far from the airport, the presence of American soldiers has had at least one unexpected benefit. It has fostered the revival of a nearly extinct species of partridge.
The black partridge (francolinus francolinus) were almost hunted into extinction in the Saddam years by Iraqi sportsmen-hunters. But these days, that part of Baghdad is under U.S. military protection — it adjoins the largest military base in Iraq — and any Iraqi wielding a gun is liable to be tossed in jail on suspicion of being a terrorist. So no hunters dare go there, and the birds have made a strong comeback.
http://www.time.com/time/world/artic...227420,00.html
Yippee! Bush's invasion has saved the black partridge! Who cares if over a 100 people die ever day there since we invaded. Get the 12 guage we're goin hunting! But for God's sakes don't invite Cheney!
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...WMD's are tucked under the wings of all those birds!
Hey, that isn't THAT far-fetched of an idea. I believe it was WWII we were considering using pigeons with small bombs attached to them to bomb the Japanese. I forget why they didn't go through with it - maybe PETA existed back then? Or maybe (if I remember correctly) they couldn't figure out a way to release them? George?
Everyone seems to be wondering why Muslim terrorists are so quick to commit suicide.
Let's see now. . . . .
No Jesus
No Christmas
No television
No cheerleaders
No baseball
No football
No hockey
No golf
No tailgate parties
No Wal-Mart
No Home Depot
No pork BBQ
No hot dogs
No burgers
No chocolate chip cookies
No lobster
No shellfish, or even frozen fish sticks
No gumbo
No jambalaya
No Beer
Rags for clothes and towels for hats.
Constant wailing from the guy next-door because he's sick and there are no doctors.
Constant wailing from the guy in the tower.
More than one wife.
You can't shave.
Your wives can't shave.
You can't shower to wash off the smell of donkey cooked over burning camel dung.
The women have to wear baggy dresses
and veils at all times.
Your bride is picked by someone else.
She smells just like your donkey.
But your donkey has a better disposition.
Then they tell you that when you die it all gets better!
I mean, really, is there a mystery here?
That's enough right there to make up my mind!
Life is a gift not a curse. For God's sake why make yourself miserable?