You know, when Bush refused to testify under oath and had to have Cheney right by his side... all this behind closed doors...

How badly does it have to stink before you notice the stench..?

Once again, a Salon contributor gives voice to what was in the back of my mind but couldn't quite put in to words.

I feel like a chump for patiently plodding through Slate's awful presentation (clunky as always--pages don't load, or load halfway), thinking that perhaps I had missed key segments. I haven't missed anything, because there's nothing there.

For something (a spectacle, really) that was all too visual to begin with, trying to make sense of the things that led up to the event through spare prose, as the commission report did, made a lot of sense. The report said a lot of things that just needed to be said. This adds nothing. It reads like a Jack Chick comic.

It's been pimped every other way. Now it's time for a bowl of sugary goodness that looks like the WTC and some planes.

I've poured through "The 9/11 Report" comic online. What first seemed tacky now reads like the worst kind of miscalculation. Do the creators hope to educate the target demographic of comic books about the contents of the actual 9/11 report? Or draw some kind of untapped, curious market into a comic shop?

I believe they might have felt a responsibility to lend their talents to this project in the same way bakers made twin tower cakes in the weeks after "the events."

One of the taste-related concerns post 9/11 was, "They better not turn this into a movie." Now we're awash in them. Add this uninspired de-facto exploitation to the nonstop national rubbernecking.

Anyway, we should really save some stuff for the 20th anniversary.