Leave Baghdad? I think not! I WAS going to head for the hills, but now that he demanded that I do, I would look like his bitch. So here's how it's gonna go down. He invades Iraq, my sons and I unleash our counter, and I'm lucky, things will go array and America gets a slap on the hand along with the biggest 'I told you so' known to this era. Don't be alarmed if you don't hear from me for a few days, I've got a target on my forehead after all. Duct tape your windows, bitches. This shit's about to get heavy.