Hoorah! British troops are finally pulling out of Basra, leaving the second largest town in Iraq in local hands.
Apparently Al Queda's second in command thinks this is a major victory for rag-headed terrorists everywhere but if you think about it, it's got nothing to do with retreating or giving up.
Much like an unwanted Christmas sweater, Iraq is a pointless pain in the arse that we had to keep for a bit in case our political "grannie" came round and demanded to see us admiring it. But now the old dear dribbled off elsewhere we can unload it like the crap that it is.
After all, what did Iraq give us? A major drain on the armed forces? Check. A war the British public never asked for? Check. A lot of sand? Check.
And there's the problem. We have beaches along the coast and if we want to drain the armed forces we'll just let the traitor Brown sign them away to Europe.
So, Mr Queda, accept Iraq as a Christmas present (sorry Winter Celebration present, if we mention Christ we'll only upset their delicate sensibilities). You can play with the sand all you want and as a bonus, why not take a leaf out of Saudi Arabia's book and threaten to flog a few rape victims too.
Peace and good will to all men? My arse!
