No, please Tommy, not flower pedals! (I'd like to get some flower pedals for my bike)

And McGrath, I actually had that happen to me once. Me and my fellow jack-booted thugs were lined up outside the door with our guns ready, except for my buddy who was getting ready to swing the battering ram. Then I reached out and tried the doorknob. It opened. Boy was he pissed.

I don't think GWB is the guy interpreting the satelite photos or talking to the informants. Perhaps you's like to think he just makes all this crap up or pulls it out of his ass. I suspect he has more significant resources than that.

On a much smaller scale, I have thirty or so prolific drug dealers whose door I could kick tomorrow morning if I didn't mind burning my sources. But I'll wait until I can do it so they have no idea where it came from. Sad for me that they get to continue selling drugs in my city until I can squeeze them without risking my informants'safety. But I refuse to put somebody at risk and I refuse to break the rules. Sure that gol-durn Constitution gets in the way every once in a while. But without it, there's be no challenge at all.

Now for Bush, the stakes are a lot higher. I hesitate, and some turds get to keep selling drugs. He hesitates and New York City gets blown away with a suitcase bomb.