In the final balcony scene, King George "The Decider" will pass out a decision tonight, dressed-up as a Commander in Chief and the bungling, unloved leader of the Free World, on national television.
The message will be short and self-referential: "We said there were going to be good days years and bad days years."
In the mañana aria, that proceeds the triumphal march, "Freedom's Victory" will be "ours", just not today, or any day that we know.
In the quagmire trio, a waltz triste, he will amplify that the stakes that we created for ourselves are high and Iraq is "too big to fail". Not to worry. We can dream-waltz into the night without ever having to worry about a draft and paying on credit... one, two, three; one, two, three; one, two, three ...
The evil wizard, Al-Qaeda, we will be warned, is still huff-puffing at our door. Therefore, anything that The Decider does or says that appears "tough" will keep them from being "emboldened" and all of us safer fighting them over there, where they blend in so many ways (and it is so cheap for us and others), rather than over here, where they don't.
The troubadour General, ripe from a bias to action, has blessed the The Decider's ideas, in the bright and uplifting aria, "Six More Months, and Many More, Please", and his baritone Ambassador, "Damn the Benchmarks, per se, Surf's Up, Directionally, Dude".
Therefore, "The Decider" is just deciding to facilitate our troops, not deciding to decide.
Declaring his plus-up decision a success, he will sing, "Our success means troops can come home ... some in time for Christmas pudding!".