We went to Saddam Mall--or as it's called now, Basra Shopping Towne Plaza--and picked up some essentials: Milk, bread, batteries, rocket propelled grenades, and a copy of Habib Potter and the Odor of the Infidels. I love those Habib Potter books. He's gotten himself out of some pretty tough situations, and for some reason, I tend to identify with that. Sometimes I wish I could just chant a few incantations and turn the invaders into ferrets.... Or Gambian giant rats....

Then again, it's a safe bet that Habib has never watched his beloved Hogwarts School be overrun by 200,000 unwelcome invaders.

Now I understand why Pat Buchanan is always bitching about the illegal aliens invading the US!