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Yep, Condi caves... er Bush caves - too late to save them from suspicion, embarrassment and ire [lots from yours truly...]. I'm thinking she'll probably get grilled pretty hard by the Dems on the panel - especially if she testifies before Bush and Cheney get their private [*cough*intimidation*cough*] meeting with the panel. Personally, I hope she finally snaps. She sure seems on edge lately, all twitches and involuntary blinking, and they might just push her into hysterics. I'll be watching - and it'll probably be the highest rate of TIVO recording in the history of CSpan.
Meanwhile, soldiers are killed and their bodies are dragged through the streets and hung from a fucking bridge in Fallujah. To add insult to this injury, rightwing shitheel and anchor for the "fair and balanced" FOX news network, Birt Hume [whatdafuck kind of name is "Brit"?], has this tidbit to offer up regarding the tasteless joke Bush served his allies last week concerning the lack of WMD [our only legal reasoning behind unilaterally attacking Iraq, starting a war and killing thousands]:

This is an exerpt from a FOX broadcast:
"WALLACE: And one that got a big laugh in the room that day -- and I must say, I still think it's funny -- the day after, some Democrats and the families of some American soldiers in Iraq, some who died in Iraq, said they were offended by this kidding about the missing weapons of mass destruction. Brit?

HUME: Well, we have a society in which one of the greatest things you can do is a platform to see victim status, and one of the qualifications for that is that you have these exquisitely tender feelings about things and sensibilities which are easily offended.

And in America today, if your sensibilities are offended by something that has happened, you get an enormous amount of credibility and are taken very seriously.

My own view of this is, the president's there poking fun at himself over what goes down, I think, as one of his failures. And I thought it was a good-natured performance, and it made him look good only in the sense that it showed he could poke fun at himself. But he certainly doesn't disguise the record on weapons of mass destruction.

And you have to feel like saying to people, "Just get over it.""

Hmmm...

"Just get over it"

600 American soldiers are dead in Iraq, over 3,000 wounded and hw wants to tell their families to get over it. Can someone please punch this ass in the teeth?!?

posted by Greg @ 7:15 PM  

Well, good for you, Condi. I can't wait to hear what you have to say. I like to think it was my blog that was the last straw.

Ummm...my head is killing me today. It's been killing me for, like, the last three days. On the plus side, my sister brought me a delicious McDonald's breakfast, which has eased my pain considerably. But tell me, why do they have little diagrams on the bottom of the bag that tell the workers how to pack said bags, and why do the workers disregard them? And also, why did they refuse to put bacon on my Egg McMuffin, when they put it on my sister's Egg Croissanwich? Who came up with that word anyhow?

I need a good book and a big budget. I'm rereading Everything's Eventual again and it's boring me to tears the second time around. There's a Dan Brown floating around here somewhere that I kind of don't want to read, because the religion ones were good but the thrillers stink. He's Michael Crichton lite.

posted by krista @ 11:34 AM  

Can someone please explain to me why Condi Rice's twitchy demeanor is all over my television screen refuting Dick Clarke's allegations of mishandling terror threats prior to 9/11, while she refuses to "set a precedent" and testify publicly in front of the 9/11 commission? Could it be because the 9/11 commission isn't going to be lobbing the same softballs as American Morning? Perhaps because she won't have set of "talking points" to use with the commission? You're the national security advisor, Condi. If you don't have anything to hide, then stand up and tell it to the press where it really matters.

posted by krista @ 11:37 AM  

I went to a record show recently. For those of you [multitudes are reading this, I'm certain...] who don't know what that is, it's a gymnasium full of very odd folk buying and selling vinyl albums, CDs, concert videos, etc. This is indeed a sub-culture right out of an X-Files episode, with lots of "Lone Gunmen" types wandering about and being slightly creepy. I went to this show at the behest of an old high school friend, Andy.

Now, to preface, I am a musician of over twenty years experience. I attended [though didn't graduate from] music school and have played in a dozen bands. Andy, on the other hand, is not a musician at all. As we strolled around the show, I came to realise that Andy knows about a thousand times more than I do about modern music. This came as a bit of an ego killer at first, but I soon got over it and really began to enjoy listening to his mini lessons on sub-genres of punk and eraly rock bands. As a fan of Big Star's music, I was amazed to learn that Alex Chilton [Big Star's founder] was in a band called The Box Tops. They made it big on a hit called "The Letter" [remember? "My baby, she wrote me a letter"] in 1967. Color me clueless!

Since the show, I've emailed Andy, encouraging him to combine this immense knowledge with his formidable writing skills and become a music critic. Hell, he'd probably hate my band's stuff, but I think the music world could use a mind as sharp as his to sift the jewels from the crap. Andy has insisted that he's not a good enough writer to take on such a task, but I know he'd be perfect. Aside from his pool of knowkedge, Andy's got a dry, sharp wit that lends itself well to the craft.
Andy, if you're reading this, HEED MY WORDS.

posted by Greg @ 7:03 PM