...I wouldn't make Cindy Sheehan camp outside my ranch in the stifling heat. I'd invite her in, give her a glass of cool lemonade, hug her and tell her how sorry I am that her son, Casey, died in Iraq in a war that I stupidly led the country into on false pretenses, and I'd promise to do everything in my power to bring the rest of the soldiers home as soon as possible. The war on terror is one thing, I'd finally say to her in total honestly, and it's obvious now that Iraq had nothing to do with it.