Many British subjects can recall the days of the Empire upon which the Sun never set. In those glory days the Viceroy (etymologically the king of vice) ruled a particular parcel of the empire with near omnipotence. Viceroys and their Vicereinas sat on shaded verandas carefully fanned by willing native volunteers while they judiciously pondered the most beneficial policies for Indians, Afghanis and yes, Iraqi's.
The days of the viceroys seems to have returned as US Captains abandoned by their government in the far outposts of the American empire in Iraq are now local potentates and sultans of exotic and often bomb destroyed colonies. Twenty-one year old Capt. John Smith, fresh from a managerial position at Home Depot is responsible for the well-being of thousands of Iraqi men, women and children in a minefield named Weir-Neirded. Captain Smith when he is not diddling local Arab Princess Poca-hantas makes life and death decisions every day the way he used to order hammers and nails for the Albany Home depot where NY Gov Eliot Spitzer often got hammered and nailed while shopping for hoeses.
Captain John Smith commented while drinking a gin and tonic on his veranda on a hillside overlooking Weir-Neirded:" The natives are happier more and more every day!"
