Yes, lets, shall we?

On 9-11, the entire Air Defense of the US just sort of shut down, and nobody knows quite why. 24-7 for what 30-40 years, but they see no reason not to shut the system down with no back-up for testing! Yes, and on 9-11 terrorist who have been in the US for a long time taking flight lessons were completely overlooked by national agencies because of bureaucratic in-fighting. Men who should have set off every alarm walked right onto the planes. So much for air defense.

Then, on 9-11, two towers fell over, whoops, imploded from an impact which contained less energy than the building faces in high winds or storms. That happened on 9-11.

And 9-12 and after? No independent investigation, let alone the usual investigation were done, and massive amounts of evidence was carted off to oblivion. The relevant people were not questioned or deposed, and no-one was declared at fault.

That's about what I remember off the top of my head, and I'm trying to forget it as fast as I can, there's lots more.

So stop trying to tell us to remember "what happened on 9-11" The fact is, you spineless invertebrate, we don't know what happened on 9-11!. So I'll make them a deal: They find out, and make public what exactly happened on 9-11, and maybe I'll start to believe them about anything else.

But you just keep counting on those rough, torturous men, crawling into your bed at night to keep you safe. I'll stick to me Teddy-Bear, it hasn't failed me yet, it's kept away all the terrorists. I have a special stone which keeps tigers away, too!

And the thought of rough, tough men "playing Doctor" in your name brings a great satisfaction, and lulls you gently to sleep at night, while you stroke your Grand Ol' Flagpole, huh?

By the way, idiot, Glenn Greenwald lives in Brazil, unprotected by those big tough CIA contractors you admire, and he seems to do fine.

But yopu keep on telling those big, tough men how secure they make you feel, and how much you admire them. Maybe one will propose marriage, and you will be secure for life. Best of luck.

There command in blue below my name is at best, only a suggestion. Do yourself a favor, and ignore it.

When the reports of torture starting coming out, my mind was thrown back to childhood days. I grew up in the days of "Dr, Kildare" (No, spelchek, not "killdeer") and "Marcus Welby", the first open heart surgery, doctors were TV heroes. So when kids proposed "playing doctor" I naturally thought we were going to re-create, through our play, the drama of the operating room, you know "Scalpel, clamp, scissors, rock, paper, knife, look, he's breathing again!" I found out different, real quick. "Playing doctor" always involved finding a weaker or more passive kid, tying him up or sitting on him, and sticking things into his orifices, or applying matches or blades. Not for me, in any role!

You want to know how the CIA found the men (and a few women) to perform the torture? Easy! They just looked for the guys who used to "play Doctor".

As soon as I heard about the Bush endorsement of torture, I knew exactly what it would involve, and I must say, they haven't disappointed me in any particular.

Hey, dummy, where the hell did you get your ideas about "deconstruction" from? You have absolutely does not mean the same thing as "making shit up".

And I thought yopu guys were real down on that process!

You're a prize, buddy, do yourself a favor and shut up.

You are deliberately misstating all of Greenwald's arguements because you are dishonest, or you are too stupid to know what they are. Which is it?

And that line o' crap is stale. You are essentially arguing there is no truth, that "a lie is not a lie if you believe it"

Pretty post-modern for a conservative thinker.

Jim, speaking of "Giant Steps" have you seen this?

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2kotK9FNEYU

or click sig.

Finally! I knew you could do it Shooter! You have succeeded in producing a post which is just as intelligent as your best, and without being very offensive, to boot. Or to shoes or socks, for that matter.

But I'm not getting my hopes up. No doubt, when you return to actual English words, your posts will suffer for it.

Oh well, I only see you, or even know you exist, here at Salon. It's a comforting thought.

"And if I can't sell it, I will remain seated upon it. I ain't gonna give it away! Read my Lips: No Free Tricks!"

Would that Obama could learn that lesson! Ribi-fish, gelt oyfen tish!

My brother-in-law did that Ruth Brown quote up in a fancy calligraphy, framed, and I keep it on top of my organ. Not that organ! But no-one has offered to pay for any of my tricks yet. But things will change once my arrangement of "Giant Steps" is recognised as the startling melange it is. (If "melange" is the word I want. My Yiddish, as I have admitted repeatedly, is not very good. Maybe I should give up on translating Joyce's Finnegan's Wake into Yiddish, in spite of the obvious marketing tie-ins. Go ahead, gonifs, these gilt-edged schticks I give you free!)

I need time to work on my own book, anyway. (But it's not called "Anyway", although it could be. It's called "A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Nebbish")

And it's guaranteed to support any weight, or size! And if I can't sell it....