Propaganda
`But the way our media talks about the war it sounds like a stroll through Candy Land. A hot, dusty, ghetto Candy Land. The muffin man lives in downtown Baghdad in a mud house that has a plastic tarp for a door and in his spare time watches bakery porn on satellite television.
I can tell you that this place isn�t Candy Land. Car bombs are going off killing civilians, people are blowing up mosques, the kidnapping and subsequently beheading of people, these fuckers don�t wear identifiable uniforms, and friends of friends are getting killed over here. I personally find it insulting that what little amount of news I�m given isn�t realistic. I feel like the main character in �Clockwork Orange� with his eyelids held open while being brainwashed. Maybe I�ll start chasing people around with a giant porcelain penis, too.’