As U.S. participation in the prolonged fiasco that is Iraq (kinda) winds to a close, we can all look back with pride at the delusion, exploding mayhem, atrocities, shredding of common human dignity, torture, and incalculable cost of innocent civilian lives that our little program of shock and awe brought about. We jauntily marched in and completely fucked up a country. We don't know how many babies died--nobody does--but if we could see a running slide show of their little faces, we might begin to get an idea of how wonderful we Americans are as a people and a nation. The problem with war is that none--or almost none--of the bullets ever reach the right people. They get sidetracked on the way, by the heart of a cab driver, and as a result Dick Cheney still walks amongst us, a corpse-maker animated by the dark angel of the American Dream.