You know what we love more than anything, at Wonkette? Birthdays! Love ’em love ’em love ’em. And there’s nothing better than a sixth birthday. Even better than your fifth birthday! So grown up now, and all blown apart, and god knows how many hundreds of thousands of corpses, and we hanged your fuckin’ dad, ha ha ha. Happy sixth birthday, Iraq War! Weren’t you supposed to be over by now, what with the Hope and all? Maybe when you’re seven-and-a-half, little bitch. Who wants cake?
It seems like only two years ago when we were writing, “Guess who’s almost old enough to be blown up at an Iraqi kindergarten? That’s right, it’s our little Iraq War — he’s turning four years old this Monday!” Because it was two years ago! [Gawker]