So, after more than a year of independent investigation of the exaggerations and outright lies that the Bush administration used to justify initiating and prosecuting a pre-emptive war with another country, that's all he has to say directly about it?
Let's take a quick trip back in time with the Way-Back Machine, shall we?
The date: February 6th, 2004.
The place: the Oval Office.
The event: George W. Bush is signing Executive Order 13328.
During 2003, the CIA's own Iraq Survey Group (ISG) has failed to find those pesky WMDs and their chief inspector, David Kay, resigns and goes public. The House and Senate are whining up a storm. In order to quell this growing outcry, especially in an election year, Executive Order 13328 officially blames the messenger (the intelligence community) and establishes the WMD Commission.
If you happened to miss this momentous event of blame shifting at the White House, it's likely because you were too busy being entertained at the time with the made-up scandal and uproar by Bush's religious right supporters in the form of Janet Jackson's Floppy Fun Bag. BushCo loves people like Tom Delay. One phone call to the man and he'll create a worldwide media distraction in short order. Tom Delay has serious ethical problems? Who cares. He's the BushCo Go-to Guy.
Now, let's return to the present day. After 14 months of investigation, the WMD Commission, formally known as The Commission on the Intelligence Capabilities of the United States Regarding Weapons of Mass Destruction, releases its 618 page epic tome, commonly known as the WMD Commission Report. The Government Printing Office (GPO) is so geeked, it's been taking advance orders for it. The White House likes it so much, it creates a whole subsection of its official website for it.
Oh, I'm sorry. Did you miss this? Perhaps, it is because BushCo took a page out of the old playbook and improved on it. This time, let's just call this scandal, uproar, or distraction -- Terri Schiavo. A month ago, Dubya made a point to publicly support Delay:
Q Tom DeLay, the House Majority Leader, has been admonished three times by the House Ethics Committee, is currently embroiled in several controversies involving a lobbyist who happened to be a pretty big fundraiser for your two campaigns. Do you have the full confidence in Tom DeLay, his tactics and his leadership role in the Republican Party?
THE PRESIDENT: I have confidence in Tom DeLay's leadership, and I have confidence in Tom DeLay. And I am -- we've worked closely with Tom DeLay and the leaders in the House to get a lot done during the last four years, and I'm looking forward to working with him to get a lot done during the next four years. We've got a big agenda.
A big agenda? Sure, why not super-size that fucking order of fast food for our minds with patriot fries? Then, go after the oil fields in Iran and Venezuela, when it's strategically feasible and the buzz of burying our own from Operation Iraqi Freedom has died down a bit. First, let's use the religious right to whip up the next domestic distraction over judicial tyranny and pit them against the pro-choice majority over some federal judicial nominations. If only Supreme Court Chief Justice Rehnquist could just stay alive long enough for the timing to be perfect with the draw down of forces from Iraq, BushCo can act while its political opposition is still walking around with its balls still floating in the 2004 Election Loss Jar.
With such a big BushCo bag of tricks, it's no wonder that many Americans still think we went to war with Iraq because of weapons of mass destruction, or even more ridiculous Bushworld claims of Saddam Hussein ties to Al-Qaeda. According to information in a recent ABC news report:
The issue of veracity also plays out in views of weapons of mass destruction and links to al Qaeda. Fifty-six percent of Americans still think Iraq did possess WMDs shortly before the war, though none has been found; that's sharply down, though, from the 89 percent who thought before the war that it had such weapons.
Similarly, six in 10 Americans also continue to think that before the war Iraq provided direct support to the al Qaeda terrorist group. But nearly four in 10 say this is their "suspicion only;" just two in 10 believe there's been any solid evidence of it.
Un-fucking-believable! Even managers in our own government beaurocracy know better than this. Government Executive, an in-house trade publication for the GS types in our own government, had been reporting in 2003 that Iraq / Al Qaeda Links were weak, at best:
"Our conclusion was that Saddam would certainly not provide weapons of mass destruction or WMD knowledge to al Qaeda because they were mortal enemies," said Greg Thielmann, who worked at the State Department's Bureau of Intelligence and Research on weapons intelligence until last fall. "Saddam would have seen al Qaeda as a threat, and al Qaeda would have opposed Saddam as the kind of secular government they hated."
And Flynt Leverett, who worked on Middle East issues at the National Security Council until earlier this year and is now with the Brookings Institution's Saban Center for Middle East Policy, said that some administration officials pushed the intelligence envelope on the Qaeda connection. "After September 11, there was a concrete effort by policy makers, particularly in the Pentagon and the vice president's office, to come up with links between al Qaeda and Iraq."
I hate to upset anyone who again voted for their Bush/Cheney friends-in-jesus in 2004, but they've been lying to you all along the way. Let's just pretend that George W. Bush was simply an idiot puppet, or a well-meaning and innocent cheerleader for the more savvy neocons that surrounded him. If you abjectly believe that is the case with Bush, then don't you think a true man of god, or one with simple rational integrity, would put these demons behind him -- fire them -- not promote them to positions of more power?
Welcome to Swamp Gas in the Imajica. Similar to the You Can't Make This Shit Up (YCMTSU) section, Swamp Gas will focus solely on news and items of interest in the sunshine state of Florida.
They say, "All the nuts in America roll downhill to Florida," so let's just see how true that phrase really is.
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When Roman Catholic Pope John Paul II died, Boca resident Ms. Kelly Foxton decided to honor the religious world leader by dressing up her little rescued tree friend, Sugar Bush Squirrel. While Ms. Foxton has retired from the Grand Ole Opry, it seems her entertainment career has gained a second wind through photographing the squirrel. Ms. Foxton boasts that she has over 1000 outfits for her supermodel squirrel who is both very much alive and even patriotic. With such a prolific modelling portfolio, it makes me wonder how long it will take to popularize the phrase, "You've been squirreled!"
Despite the fact that over two dozen people recently have been infected by E.coli and children are still hospitalized, some with Hemolytic Uremic Syndrome, from having contact with animals at three other central Florida area fairs linked to the Ag-Venture traveling petting zoo, the Lake County Fair opened its gates Thursday. Here's my tip for the little kiddies to avoid infection: Wash your hands. Don't suck your thumb after petting smelly animals. And just to stay even safer, never eat the cheese burgers sold at county fairs.
When I said earlier that "you're simply not paying attention" concerning the politics of the Schiavo case, I should have directed that comment to Republican Senator Mel Martinez as he handed the now infamous Schiavo Talking Points Memo to Democratic Senator Tom Harkin on the Senate floor. First pleading ignorance, then denying, then admitting, and finally passing the buck to Brian Darling, Martinez accepted the staffer's resignation. Way to go Brian, for taking a shot to the nuts for the team!
While some people point to the connection between Brian Darling and Texas Congressman Tom Delay, the rabid, do-anything-it-takes pro-life politics of Martinez likely hails back to his FSU college buddy and law partner, Ken Conner, who is not only president of Florida Right-to-Life, but also the powerful DC-based Family Research Council. Now that some Republicans are calling Tom Delay 'an embarrassment' to the party, others say the untasteful politicization of the Schiavo case by Martinez is just the latest outrage in a long pattern, prompting some to call him Sideshow Mel.
While it should be obvious that I'm a Clive Barker fan, Stephen King is a shaman of horror for so many people. I do like my horror with the raw, kinky edge one finds in Barker's Hellraiser, but I have to acknowledge that Stephen King's work is entertaining even when it is tamed down enough to be shown on PG-13 television. I found myself glued to the television for a few hours this week as the Sci-Fi channel aired King's Rose Red mini-series. Basically a haunted house story, it was acted well and had some appropriately used special effects. It certainly was as scary as the original Amityville Horror, but not likely as shocking as the new Amityville Horror film coming out on April 15th.
Brought to you by the makers of the Texas Chainsaw Massacre, the movie trailer alone made me nervous. The Amityville Horror films have always been billed as being based upon a true story. Obviously, people that experience a paranormal event, or even think they have, are more prone to believe such ghost stories. Then, you also have another group of people who profit from the paranormal experience or the unknown, like clairvoyants and even the clergy. I don't find any real fault with this second group people. Afterall, it's their chosen profession. The Amityville story has Mr. and Mrs. Warren, and they have an interesting website, too. It's all turned out to be quite an industry. The Amityville Horror, without all the ghosts, is based upon a true story of the tragic murders of the DeFeo family by the son, Ronald, in 1974.
Coincidentally, that same year, my mom and I moved into a old house. It was the original farmhouse when the entire square mile of property was a working farm, instead of the growing suburb that it was at that time, outside of Detroit. You could tell it had been a farm because the roof on the neighbor's house was still mansard-shaped like the original barn that it once was. We thought our house, or places nearby, might be haunted.
We heard some disturbing stories about previous owners. One person had gone insane and another had committed suicide. Also, I know one neighbor had an actual grave in their damn backyard. Then, there was the old woman who lived in the barn-type house when we first moved in. She creeped me out when she was alive, but then she had her ashes spread across her property when she died. The area could have been a paranormal hotspot, for all I know.
The only thing I can remember is that much of that house and the smaller one next to it, which was also on the property, were both remodelled at some point in the 1940's or 1950's with solid 3/4" tongue-and-groove wood panelling. All the walls had these large black knots in them that looked like eyes. If I let my imagination run away a little, it was unnerving to go to sleep at night with the walls staring at me.
Belief in spirits or ghosts seems to be worldwide. Checking a Yahoo Directory tonight, I found a few interesting websites. If you like ghost stories, check out the [true stories] tab on Singapore's First Only Ghost Stories (SFOGS) website. There are many dozen user-submitted spooky tales listed to read. Another cool website (because I was able to control the webcam in the basement) is the one for the gothically designed Willard Library Building in Indiana. I played with their camera, but I didn't see the ghost.
Update: I added 3 more Pheatured Phreeks. More to come.
Daniel Kennedy woke up to the screaming digital monotone of his alarm clock. He cursed it, but was glad to be awakened at such a productive hour. He then cursed the phantom pain he was feeling in his useless legs.
"Alarm Off!" Daniel yelled to the shadowy room. The annoying ring continued in his ears for several seconds as the overhead flourescents flickered to life.
After some twisting and turning, he maneuvered himself into his electric ambulatory unit. The AU was an older model, almost more valuable to Daniel if he sold it at auction as an antique, but he had spent some serious money modifying it to his tastes.
Daniel knew tonight's coffee was only 4 minutes away, which made him hurry. The coffee was totalmente libre. Daniel had been given a kilo of coffee as a gift for doing some satellite signal hacking for a neighbor who had some underground connections in Samerican banned substances. He could almost taste it.
Daniel drove his AU to the keypad next to his locked bedroom door. This side of the thick steel door was completely covered with a white sheet magnet that he used as a dry-erase board. From top to bottom, all of Daniel's personal contacts, codes and notes were hand-written on that door. As a whole, the door looked like schizophrenic artwork, but it was Daniel's Rosetta Stone and it kept the information off the digital grid and away from prying eyes. He glanced up at the four split-screen surveillance monitors above the keypad.
"Mira, mira," he urged the images on the monitors, as the cameras proceeded through their agonizingly slow automated panning of the other rooms in his apartment. He had installed the security system after an unfortunate misunderstanding with some petty thugs and runners in the dome, but he was overly impatient with the system now because he really needed his coffee tonight. Satisfied that his apartment was clear, he punched today's 11-digit alarm deactivation code into the keypad.
The door clanked loudly as the eight 20mm hardened steel bolts retracted from the door and back into the door frame. Daniel scanned his notes for a contact from whom he might be able to barter for some lubricant to quiet those bolts as the door then whooshed when the negative air flow seal was broken.
Daniel hurriedly stabbed at the remote control mounted on his AU and the thick door swung open into the hallway. As he drove his AU down the hallway, the aroma of brewing coffee hit him. The coffee aroma was euphoric and he closed his eyes to enjoy the solitary sense of smell. Impatiently, Daniel shoved the AU's joystick full forward and nearly tipped over while rounding the corner into his kitchen.
"Holy Fraggin' Hell!" Daniel yelped, as he leaned into the corner to stop himself from tipping over.
The monitor on his kitchen counter mistakenly interpretted his panicked outburst for a voice command and opened his email inbox. Meanwhile, the tipping AU fell back down level on the floor with all six wheels and came to a stop with a chirp of rubber. He blinked his eyes several times at the monitor with suspicion.
"I didn't say Open Mail, you outdated pizo mierda," cursed Daniel under his breath. He poured himself some Samerican Joy as he added two more tedious tasks to his night. First, he would adjust the AU's joystick sensitivity settings. Then second, he would troubleshoot the domestic monitor voice recognition to figure out if the problem was systemic or just a glitch with the monitor in the kitchen.
He took a sip a coffee. "I'm going to need this tonight," he thought to himself.