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Or rather, he’s (been) retired. Rumsfeld’s like an aging train that produces a lot of loud, hissing steam but which can’t actually get you from A to B.
Particularly if ‘A’ happens to be Iraq and ‘B’ somewhere outside Iraq. The other good ol’ boys have until 2008 to sort out that deplorable mess and bring back as many of their men as possible.
But, how does Rummy feel about it all? Is he sorry that he couldn’t finish what he started? And, what did he get up to on his first night of freedom?
This story has SPECIAL POWERS. Print it out, carry it around for a week and see if it isn’t true…

