I want one of those T-shirts, and I want to walk around this campus every day, cheering on the war, and America's effort in it, and then every day, for the grand finale, I want to spontaneously combust into a ball of flames and blood all over Shriver, or on the Green Route at peak traffic hours... like a suicide bombing in south-central Baghdad.
But here's the thing, I know that self-immolation comes with a heavy price, so I'd like to start a backdoor draft for disillusioned liberal kids who are too poor for college, but who want to serve their country.