I vowed not to make cracks about a Libyan "exit strategy." The concept has become beyond parody. But that was before our great wire services began consulting one Henry Guiana, a "close advisor to the French President."
A reporter asked him how long the war in Libya would last. He replied "a while."
That's good to know, especially since Gallic history allows us to quantify the term.
"A while," in French war talk is a period of time equal to the one beginning June 17, 1940, when French Marshall Philippe "P'tui" Petain turned his back to Hitler, bent over, dropped his trousers, and sighed, "take me."
And ending early June 6, 1944 when Major Cleveland Lytle and three companies of his U.S.
Second Ranger Battalion visited the famed French tourist attraction known as Pointe du Hoc.
So, if we turn this little war over to Paris (and it looks like we might), we can look forward to announcing a pullout along about April Fools Day, 2015.
Elsewhere in the war, we bombed Muamar's tent after checking with the CIA to ensure he was elsewhere.
On the Bernanke front, at $1.5 million per, we're a little over $150 million in the hole if we want to replace the Tomahawks in time to help out the valiant Yemeni freedom fighters. Check the green ink inventory, Ben.