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On a Plane Ride Home From Paris Sitting Next to a Douchebag With an Ed Hardy Shirt Reading Glenn Beck's Book


"1441!!"

Whether it was Michael Wolff's "piece" in Vanity Fair on Politico or the Paris tap water that produced the explosive diarrhea on a hot sweaty July night in the City of Lights, we'll never know...

Time moves both slow and fast in these Dog Days of Summer and the memory hole of the past eight bloody years is fading and digging deeper.

I take you back to the city of D.C.

A few years ago...
A quaint city, soon to written about like Rome, gilded on their own lily and pathetic to boot.

Sucked in to television, watching the camera moves, editing, and heavy music to a story about a mom and a dad and a wife who lose their little/big man to a fiery explosion in Iraq. The soldier leaves a "just in case" final video for his bride, tells her of his deep love, and urges her to go on with life: "get married, have kids"  It's a noble gesture from a brave young man and the camera cuts to the weeping widow watching the tape.

The evening news comes on and the 80 year-old man who marched against Iraq in a February freeze watches a report on two dead Marines and 17 Iraqi dead civilians . Remember seeing that look on the face of the Marines' mother or the site of yet another widow with two babies that finally punches the gut.

At this point in the war,  President Bush hadn't been to one funeral service for them.

Remember.

Remember banned television cameras at the arrival of the bodies from Germany, at the base in Delaware .

The cowering, obedient press corpse giving the President a free pass after 9/11 and the Administration using it to make the United States less safe, less secure, and spoil environmental and geopolitical progress for years to come.

Remembering Television and Freedom Fries and Terror Alerts here in Paris 6  years later, the mind once again boggles and crunches the serious, sad, mistaken war of choice that ignored all plans and warnings of consequences.

Powered by arrogance and breathtaking hubris and television's Meet The Press and This Week With Will for the latest talking points of the day.

MR. RUSSERT: All right, this way: Should the blogs, talk radio, cable TV--should people lower their voices, and, and, and control their rhetoric?

Remember that very same week when the Vice-President poked a fat finger in the eye of Russia while the Bush Administration reflexively rejected the first written communication from Iran in seventeen years. Neither Vice President Cheney's speech or the letter was ever mentioned on either program.

Mr. Bush and Mr. Cheney had blown the cover of longtime C.I.A. agent Valerie Plame who it turns out was working on nuclear proliferation. Her contacts through front company Brewster Jennings were actively working the underground nukes world. That intel might have been helpful that very same week in dealing with Iran.

Instead, the latest Cool-Kids Media Club Memes emerged: "Anger on the Blogs"

That's right. Three different allusions to blogs and anger on both Meet The Press and This Week complete with an obligatory question from Tim Russert to new/old ham Newt Gingrich.

Schmuck David Brooks, perpetual mealy-mouthed defender of the Bush administration throwing out his  shoulder shrugging off the incident at Haditha in front of two shocked Marines: Mark Shields and Jim Lehrer.

Remember when columnist Tony Blankley said the war protests were organized by the communist party and the Press corps labeled Al Gore as Crazy for his pre-war criticism about invading Iraq.
How about when war hero Max Cleland was derisively compared to both Osama Bin Laden and Saddam Hussein in a television advertisement by his republican opponent, Saxby Chambliss during their Senate race? Mr. Cleland lost his legs and an arm during Vietnam but the republican claimed the democrat was soft on National Security. Mr. Chambliss sat out the war with a bad knee.

Go back in time and recall when Assistant Secretary of Defense Paul Wolfowitz had no idea how many Americans had been killed in Iraq and called the idea of two hundred thousand troops needed in Iraq as  "wildly off the mark"

It's apparent that there Was Not a massive intelligence failure and the administration indeed was warned about the vagueness of the information about Iraq.

Remember that classic "Everybody thought-even-France and Germany" song about W.M.D.'s.
The Memory-Hole pieces together the events of the past six years but can never illuminate fully how one of the most brilliant countries in history could now be cowardly defending war atrocities and blaming, as Mr. Blankley said that very same week about the incident at Haditha: "Over reporting by a gleeful media is more damaging than any single fact"

Come to think of it-maybe that gleeful, fluffy, Politico piece that completely failed to mention the publication's Reagan connection was responsible for that gut bomb the other night.

Either way, I'm still sick as a dog.

JT

Paris, France


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Its worth remembering Wolfowitz and his one visit to Bagdhad in 2003, when an insurgent's rocket hit his hotel, missing him, but killing a US Colonel on an adjacent floor. That was the drama and tragedy that helped create the:

Ode to Wolfowitz

O sweet, sweet Irony. How comforting thy terrible countenance became to the wise when thou chose to turn thy gaze to the proud and haughty and administer their comeuppance…

O Wolfowitz...

It was with great woe that the wise beheld thou in thy smug righteousness, when thou would not bear reproach for thy excesses and appetites, thy shock and awe, where mothers in Babylon wept...

And the wise witnessed thee before the senate, with thy chest puffed up with proud boasts, demanding the senate yoke more taxes onto the necks of the poor, so thou could pry ever more no-bid contracts for thy Caesar and his coin masters...

O Wolfowitz, Vice-regent of Neo-Babylon....

After thou filled thy coffers with gold and heaped contempt upon the meek who dared beg for the crumbs from thy Caesar's table, thou devised plans to survey the land of the vanquished and behold thy spoils of war...

Lo, how couldst thou neglect, that thy withering presence would greatly kindle the hot displeasure of the weak as they witnessed thy proud mouth boast of thy great works, of what was, and was to come…

Even while yet, the great crowd still awaits thy showing of these, weapons o' mass destruction, that thy footman, Uncle Powell, did bellow in a wroth voice full of war, and swore an oath before the great assembly of the kings of the world, were hid of every shadow of every rock in Babylon...

The vanquished, not able to bear the baneful discomfiture of thy haughty visage, made council to prepare for thee, a strong cup of trembling...

In thy infallible omniscience, thou failed to heed the ministrations of thy Prefect, Pontius Bremer, who establishes his chambers in fortified walls and cities and makes for his daily company, fierce men of war and bravery renowned, and will not suffer to leave their presence...

In thy fervent desire to make proof for thy Caesar of this, progress and security that thou hadst allegedly wrought amongst the vanquished, who have bitterly wept for the sake of their sons and daughters, thou proceeded to lay thy head in the midst of the maelstrom, thy heart made glad and confident by thy own proud boasts...

With great marvel, the wise witnessed thee, shocked and awed from thine own bedchambers in thy underwear, after thou were served but a meager sip from this same cup of trembling thou pitilessly force to the lips of the weak, gourd after gourd...

What jest greeted thee, when thou strived to strengthen thy trembling knees and made haste to clear thy throat with thy Caesar's customary gargle of, staying the course, dead-enders, Baathists, foreign instigators and such like, even as thou fled for thy life....


O Wolfowitz...

Wherefore dost thou now deny thyself the rapturous joy of a Mesopotamian sunset...?

originally posted at Blackcommentator.com

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This is great, NCD. Pure (?) Wolfie. Thanks.

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Tully?

Is that really YOU?! I am such a big fan of yours! Welcome to the Cafe!


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Tis...
And thanks a lot!

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Oh I am too Tully! I loved watching your youtube channel and still managed to follow when you would need a change the channel name every once in a while ;)

Let me join my chickeny friend and say:
Welcome! Welcome! to Fantasy Isl....ooops I mean the Cafe.

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This has the feel of a topic out of a history book. Good goddess, when did that happen?

Highly rec'd.

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What a collection of lies and just plain stupidity. The classic repeat of the lie about Plame (for the billionth time, Armitage told Novak about her. Everyone knew he did it, the 'investigation' was a sham, a witch hunt, and her 'cover' had been blown years earlier. BTW, No deep cover agent EVER drives into Langley HQ, EVER) just too funny! Keep drinking that kool-aid, liberal dolt. Don't ever let the truth change your view.

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"Everyone"

Whatev. As usual the bulldog runs in and leaves a powerfully smelly steaming pile of assertions with nuttin, not even a pooper scooper to back them up.

You go on making excuses. Fact is you Republicans, by doing so, are the most insidious of traitors. Just ask George H W Bush.

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Bulldog,

keep up the good work, you guys have been doing just grand since the 2006 elections.

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Remember banned television cameras at the arrival of the bodies from Germany, at the base in Delaware .

The cowering, obedient press corpse giving the President a free pass after 9/11 and the Administration using it to make the United States less safe, less secure, and spoil environmental and geopolitical progress for years to come."

I remember all this real well. And I will not forget it. And posts like this are so important to keep that memory alive as the revisionists work hard to make us forget.

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