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Monday, September 29, 2003
 
From the (Unpublished) Archives
Finally catching up with some email from, oh, about four months ago, we ran across this gem from May from the Tarheel Crank, which seems no less relevant today (and tomorrow, and next year, ....)

What Color Is the Sky in Their World?

Yesterday I made the unforgivable mistake of flipping to one of those cable
news channels and actually watching for a couple of minutes. That blowhard
Chris Matthews was blathering on about the "liberation of Iraq". Then he
came to the point that made my jaw drop: he noted how polls show a majority
of Americans believe Saddam Hussein was personally involved in the 9/11
attacks (a nice piece of fiction), and then said that this showed how
successful the administration was in making its case to the American people.
Wha?!?!

Not even a mention that this belief has no basis whatsoever in the world of
fact; or that Osama bin Laden has always hated Saddam Hussein because Iraq
did not have an Islamist government. No, those inconvenient facts escaped
Mr. Matthews in his breathless praise of the brilliant strategists of the
Bush regime.

So those are the standards by which we now measure our politicians: their
ability to convince the American public to believe outright lies. Actually,
now that I think of it, it's not that surprising that this would impress a
corporate media lapdog like Chris Matthews.

Way to play hardball, jackass.

And then today on NPR: the new...uh, governor(?) of Iraq, Paul Bremmer, said
that a sign of improving conditions in Iraq is the fact that electric power
is now available in more places than before the war. Funny how that
works...utilities actually functioning once the American and British planes
stopped bombing them. Of course, not a mention of this inconvenient little
fact from the NPR reporter.

Just go ahead and give Bush and Blair the Nobel Peace Prize...at least then
we could rest assured that Henry Kissinger will have company in the Nobel
Peace Prize Winners circle of hell (I guess Nixon can be their errand boy).






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