Danse Macabre: Blessed Be the Bipartisans

"And so I said, 'We came, we saw, he died!' And now they've got death and chaos up the wazoo! Have I not done well, Master?"

"Finished your training you have. Well you have done. But far yet must you go your teacher to match. My words you recall when Cambodia we destroyed with fire from the sky? 'It's an order, it's to be done. Anything that flies on everything that moves. You got that?' Happy conduit I was for the death of so many. But surpass me you might, when power is yours. Befall it may you your promise to keep to 'obliterate Iran.' So many more millions your harvest awaits.

"May it be so, Master, may it be so."