Of the 1261 words in Greenwald's article, he only wrote 153 of them. The rest were merely quoted from various news sources, cut-and-pasted into place. Ctrl-C, Ctrl-V! That's what I call some hard-hitting analysis.

Yeah, Glenn oughtta just go to two word posts with links to pages that say what he's afraid to say personally himself. That oughtta satisfy the "concern trolls" here, who of course are the one and only audience of interest. "Heh. Indeed."

Cheers,

I've been known to worry that I spend too much time reading and commenting on blogs and that it takes up time that could be better spent. But counting words?! Get a life!

I say this is the hook to impeach Bush and Cheney. Tell them they either produce the documents or it is considered deliberate destruction and impeach him. Anything less and they'll basically get away with it.

"Great point. I'll be sure from now on to count the number of words in the evidence I excerpt and make sure that the analysis I add has a higher number of words, because that's important."

No - don't waste your time counting your own words. Take a lesson from our Great Leader and hire someone who will take the blame for your wretched excesses thus leaving your own legacy untained by your own failures.

What the hell......one can wish anyway.

I still love Mona.

Has jspring1's fax machine got a Tuttle/Buttle problem this morning?

Jspring, check in with shooter, please. The talking point is that Glenn is long-winded, never says in one word what he can say in a thousand. Oh, and don't forget that he uses too many adjectives. He's overwrought, don't you know, not grave and measured and serious like Rush Limbaugh, Ann Coulter, Michelle Malkin, or Ann Althouse.

If the Wurlitzer can't bellow a single tune, you know, it's, like, a problem. Can the permanent Republican majority count on you in the future? (We're short of counter-tenors at the moment, and would prefer, if at all possible, not to have you replaced. Heh.)

Are we allowed to describe fellow posters (such as this loon) as ignorant dickheads or must we receive permission from the Post Tsar first?

The world wonders....

"Hey, Mr. Taxman, I didn't file my tax return this year because I accidently mislaid my receipts and forms. It is just an innocent mistake."

Many Canadians think Diefenbaker coined that insult, but he didn't.

In "Inherit The Wind" (1955), Hornbeck (the Mencken character) says of Brady (the Bryan character), "He's the only man I know who can strut sitting down."

The phrase was popularized in 1948, when it was one of many insults thrown at Dewey, but the insult has been kicking around for at least the past 90 years, probably far longer.

GG:

Yeah - it's terrible to use evidence and facts to make a point without larding it up with all kinds of gratuitious rhetoric. Great point.

Hey! And toss all your e-mails, too; all that "research" and "history" and "what folks said about what" stuff merely gums up the works. You have to admit, though, that his post was comedy gold-- the word-count rag will live on here forever! (Or, at least, for days.) I can't even imagine what our friend bebop could do with it.

"this type of lazy, phone-it-in blogging"

Nice to start the morning off with a laugh. Yeah, the two terms that first spring to mind when I think of Glenn's blogging are "lazy" and "phone-it-in."

As it's sometimes said on the Intarweb: Ell. Oh. Ell.

No kings,

Robert

You talking to me? Are you talking to ME?

Glenn makes the rules here, such as they are. If he's a tsar, he's one of your more benevolent ones, by and large. I can't imagine that he'd mind your calling 'em as you see 'em, although he himself seems to prefer not to smack people with his bamboo stick unless it's absolutely necessary.

As for me, I honestly believe it's wiser to suffer fools, but sometimes can't resist poking 'em back, just for the sheer fun of it. Mea culpa....

The scop of the boards, bebop-o.

"It was a wild wind."

That was a beautiful line, positively Anglo-Saxon in it's punch, alliteration, prosody.

Here's to you, bebop-o. *raises horn of mead*

Thanks.

No kings,

Robert

"get a life." ? ~*~ ?

sorry. reading blogs and "letters" has ruined many opportunities for numerical careers at the government Bureau of Syntactical Riots etc.,...

And furthermore, whenever I hear certain names I either cringe or smile. Mona Lisa! I love Mona too. She's makes you think twice. She's a very strong women and I have deep respect.

sorry. What is this Ctrl-c and Ctrl-v? It reminds me of a virus. Is it what the male magisterial plight people get when they miss a e-mail, say hail bush, or is it what you have when the delivery to the Clinton's library get re-rooted to the liberal local Saloon? The 30-million emails will take too much time to read at any Salon? I've not able, Paul, to be allowed one more min. of alloted moment than a plug nickle to spare for that 'comment.' Where is that much time at the gov-mint-lazy-v boy___! Stay away from them for they look very pale and ill-contagious.

We males deserve a dose of Papillomavirus for not being required to take a man-datory shot of anti-inflamnatory anger-meds for what the enablers did to this world. Serious.

If a moralistic policy to be NICE isn't issued from the Office of Maggot Development, I QUIT searching for miss laze-farm hand? I remember in the Gulf (I forget names, I get fearful to get too starched or intimate, potential friends usually run off with some other guy), a Halibut Bushiness Company can profit from: fried fish, chocolate stuffed fish, cream fish, scaled fish, flirt fish, fish chowder, fish fins, fish heads, fish chop suet, fish eyeball stew, and don't eat anything that has a face and may want to kiss you?

The twisted neocon logic makes us all bonkers in a see through crystal fish swimming pool, naked-way? Attire requiter or yes/no. Swim at our own risk. It's a hush windy day. If I was a HPV victim from believing neocon jinn-jingo, I'd be either a go-go capital hill pole dancer, or take a fish pole to the nearest strip-joint house of outlandish malfeasance, and drop a e-mail fish-line, into the wood-slitter-hole, praying to catch some fresh halibut? A Story can smells fishy like the fish-line broke, or that the whopper got away and took my hook and e-mail line too? apologies. I can't be sure if I went beyond too many numerical, or used false statistics. I am off to "mysteriously dissipated" place and never-never nap-land, if I don't "Shad-Up." Thanks A.L for The Update information.