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Friday, May 09, 2003

In Iraq Every Day is a Battle, Everyday is a War

While most Americans believe the war in Iraq is over and won, on the streets of Baghdad the war continues and the outcome is still in question.
In his article Larry Kaplow tells us how A month after the statue fell, U.S. is losing credibility in Iraq


Thursday, May 08, 2003

The New Media Mccarthyism

From The Daily Howler:
Meanwhile, we were stunned last night by the closing moments of the repellent pro wrestling show, Hardball. Incredible but true: We’ve now reached the point where “pundits” dream on national TV of beating United States senators “with a tire iron.” (Perhaps you can guess which senator was named. The pundit was halfwit Michael Graham.) Much more on this stunning exchange tomorrow. But right before our very eyes, our civic culture has entered a dizzying downward spiral. This morning, Cohen recalled good Tailgunner Joe. But last night, for the first time in our lives, we turned away from a TV set with an evil word in our brain: Kristallnacht. These ugly men really won’t be pleased until someone is beaten in our streets.

Meanwhile the folks at Bushcountry long for the return of Tailgunner Joe.

These people are very very dangerous.

Red Ink Republicans
Media Mccarthyism


Wednesday, May 07, 2003

Red Ink Republicans
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Why Bush is Not a Leader
He lies instead of leads.
Bush following the advice of William Kristol:
But now his task is not to educate or persuade us. It is to defeat Saddam
Hussein. And that will require the president, at times, to mislead rather
than to clarify, to deceive rather than to explain.

Richard Thompson On Bush and Blair

When asked what he thought of Tony Blair
"He has nice hair"
"I'll take my guy over your guy"
and finally
"All politicians are two faced turds, but at least Blair can string two sentences together."

Dean Meetup at Manual's Tavern or Richard Thompson at The Variety Playhouse?

What to do, What to do...

I'll do both.

Shoot out the lights
In the darkness the shadows move
In the darkness the game is real
Real as a gun
Real as a gun
As he watches the streets of the city
And he moves through the night
Shoot out the lights

Turn it Up, The Radio

This song, from a time long ago when AM radio mattered, keeps running through my head:

Some folks are born made to wave the flag,
Ooh, they're red, white and blue.
And when the band plays "Hail to the chief",
Ooh, they point the cannon at you, Lord,

It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no senator's son, son.
It ain't me, it ain't me; I ain't no fortunate one, no,

Yeah!
Some folks are born silver spoon in hand,
Lord, don't they help themselves, oh.
But when the taxman comes to the door,
Lord, the house looks like a rummage sale, yes,

It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no millionaire's son, no.
It ain't me, it ain't me; I ain't no fortunate one, no.

Some folks inherit star spangled eyes,
Ooh, they send you down to war, Lord,
And when you ask them, "How much should we give?"
Ooh, they only answer More! more! more! yoh,

It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no military son, son.
It ain't me, it ain't me; I ain't no fortunate one, one.

It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no fortunate one, no no no,
It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no fortunate son, no no no,

CCR JF

Tuesday, May 06, 2003

Attorney General John Ashcroft Loves His Art
U.S. Attorney General John Ashcroft vowed on Tuesday to find all stolen nude statues looted from Iraqi museums in order to drap them in blue cloth.
"Regardless of how sophisticated these criminals are, or how hard they work to avoid detection, the U.S. law enforcement and our colleagues at Interpol will not rest until the stolen nude statues are draped " Ashcroft said

Something is rotten in the State of Spookdom
From The NYTimes
NICHOLAS D. KRISTOF

I rejoice in the newfound freedoms in Iraq. But there are indications that the U.S. government souped up intelligence, leaned on spooks to change their conclusions and concealed contrary information to deceive people at home and around the world....

Consider the now-disproved claims by President Bush and Colin Powell that Iraq tried to buy uranium from Niger so it could build nuclear weapons. As Seymour Hersh noted in The New Yorker, the claims were based on documents that had been forged so amateurishly that they should never have been taken seriously.

...Niger minister whose signature was on one of the documents had in fact been out of office for more than a decade. In addition, the Niger mining program was structured so that the uranium diversion had been impossible. The envoy's debunking of the forgery was passed around the administration and seemed to be accepted — except that President Bush and the State Department kept citing it anyway...

"In this administration, the pressure to get product `right' is coming out of O.S.D. [the Office of the Secretary of Defense]," Mr. Lang said. He added that intelligence experts had cautioned that Iraqis would not necessarily line up to cheer U.S. troops and that the Shiite clergy could be a problem. "The guys who tried to tell them that came to understand that this advice was not welcome," he said.

"The intelligence that our officials was given regarding W.M.D. was either defective or manipulated," Senator Jeff Bingaman of New Mexico noted. Another senator is even more blunt and, sadly, exactly right: "Intelligence was manipulated."

The C.I.A. was terribly damaged when William Casey, its director in the Reagan era, manipulated intelligence to exaggerate the Soviet threat in Central America to whip up support for Ronald Reagan's policies. Now something is again rotten in the state of Spookdom.

Monday, May 05, 2003

sing it bob

Come you masters of war
You that build all the guns
You that build the death planes
You that build the big bombs
You that hide behind walls
You that hide behind desks
I just want you to know
I can see through your masks

Like Judas of old
You lie and deceive
A world war can be won
You want me to believe
But I see through your eyes
And I see through your brain
Like I see through the water
That runs down my drain