I live to conquer!

My wife has imported that inferior, foreign weapon of mass destruction, the Krispy Kreme Doughnut, into our humble abode. For the life of me, the Iraq metaphor I keep wanting to make keeps eluding me, because I cannnot imagine arguing with a straight face that I should invade a doughnut shop halfway across town, or that if all my friends oppose me as to neutralizing the Krispy Kreme, I should knock it over anyway. But the metaphor is there, someplace.