Little Lord Fauntelroy sent his very best General, all dressed up with medals and everything, to talk to Congress.
Then someone asked the wrong question.
CORKER: And this authorization will support those activities in addition to responding to the weapons of mass destruction.
DEMPSEY: I don’t know how the resolution will evolve, but I support –
CORKER: What you’re seeking. What is it you’re seeking?
DEMPSEY: I can’t answer that, what we’re seeking.
Little Lord Fauntelroy stamped his widdle feets.
Corker, who very much fears foot-stamping, voted to help Little Lord Fauntelroy anyway, for some day, Corker might grow up to be the next Little Lord Fauntelroy (he'd been admiring himself in the mirror for years, and his mommy told him he could be really important when he grows up.)
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