The United Nitwits

Over the weekend, I played one of my little word games, trying to find some names that would adequately describe the United Nations. The first to come to mind was the United Nitwits. And what about the Universal Nincompoops? In the end, I decided to get down to basics, settling on just plain "idiots."

I still can't believe that China, the old hound dog of Communism, is included on the Security Council. I mean, c'mon! That's bordering on perverse. And then there's France, the midget that wants to be a giant. I swear, as they're sipping their Chardonnay and wallowing in their anti-Americanism, they must be fondly recalling the days of Napoleon.

And now, to add insult to injury, Libya is to chair the UN Human Rights Commission. Whoa! Is there something wrong here? Talk about a journey into the deep, dark recesses of insanity!

Thought you've heard it all? Well, dig this: from May 12 until July 19, Iraq will assume the presidency of the UN's Conference on Disarmament. Oh, yes, indeed! In the rotation of the presidency of this conference, Iran will actually hold that office prior to its assumption by Iraq. How's that for a good, swift kick in the groin of rhyme and reason? It's like appointing Count Dracula to head a national blood drive. The only thing that we can hope for is that Saddam will be nothing more than a memory by May 12.

It's high time that we send these limp nodes packing. The United Nitwits have no business being housed in the city that has suffered so much at the hands of terrorists. No business, whatsoever, to be on the soil of the land of the free and the home of the brave.