A year ago David Horowitz and others of his bent told their readers that a former Iraqi general saw great stockpiles of Iraqi WMD in Syria. Much like Judith Miller's adventures in the desert with Chalabi's cousin,with absolutely no proof. So where is the general? Did he take his expense payments and disappear? Did he even exist at all? When it comes to any Iraqi assertion about never-seen Ba'athist WMD, the warmonger Right demands our complete faith in the invisible.

I read an account of newly arrived American's briefings in the Baghdad embassy: they are told not to trust any Iraqis. So the centurions of empire on site have an equally generalized lack of faith in every Iraqi's word. Whichever way you turn, the lack of empiricism by the self-described imperialists bodes ill.

There really were WMDs after all, and the Axis of Evil is passing them around like doobies.

After Iraq gave them to China, China would have eventually given them to Osama bin Laden who would have launched them from Iran.

And that would all justify this war we're losing.

If anyone needs me, I'll be on my flying unicorn, heading over to Happy Hour with Santa Claus and Jiffy Hoffa.

Anyway, Mr. Greenwald, that was all very depressing in an interesting kind of way...or interesting in a depressing kind of way.

Thanks,

Not to go all pedantic on me, kdwmson? God forbid. As for Secaucus, I'm sure it won't mind being misspelled. It's Spring, and in Spring, an old man's fancy turns to homophones, don't you know?

As for what no one does, you'd be the world's expert on that, I suppose? Or are you just one of those jokers who insists on saying Peking because the damned Chinese have no right to tell us how to say the name of their capital city? I mean, after all, they don't even speak English, do they?

A denial that sober, responsible Bush followers would have associated themselves with Gaubatz. (This is from Patterico's blog -- the civil, dignified web site that literally categorizes "Glenn Greenwald" as "Scum". Check out http://patterico.com/category/scum if you think I'm kidding.)
http://patterico.com/2007/04/22/theres-a-third-thing-thats-certain-ben-death-taxes-and-glenn-greenwald-lying

4/22/2007
There’s a Third Thing That’s Certain, Ben: Death, Taxes, and Glenn Greenwald Lying
— Patterico @ 12:40 pm
. . . Finally, we have Power Line’s Scott Johnson, who merely says that the article is very interesting . . .

So says Patterico, but here's what Claremont Institute Fellow Johnson actually said.

http://powerlineblog.com/archives/017398.php
April 20, 2007
MEET DAVE GAUBATZ
The current issue of the (UK) Spectator has some extremely interesting articles. The article by Washington Post editorial board member Anne Applebaum on Vladimir Putin is one of them, but none surpasses Melanie Phillips's "I found Saddam's WMD bunkers" in interest. Phillips's article tells the story of Dave Gaubatz, an agent in the US Air Force’s Office of Special Investigations who searched Iraqi WMD sites after the fall of Saddam.
- - Posted by Scott at 07:43 AM

Patterico, the self-described pontificator, issues his not-so-papal bull:

One of the three bloggers says the article is very interesting. The other two, Glenn Reynolds and Allah [Allahpundit at Malkin's "Hot Air" blog], actually cast doubt on Gaubatz’s claims. Yet, despite the clear evidence that Allah and Reynolds don’t buy the theory, Greenwald nevertheless claims that Allah (and Reynolds) are both pointing at Gaubatz as the “Iraqi Weapons Expert who knows the Real Truth behind Saddam’s Missing WMDs.”

Allahpundit's disclaimer is that he only jumped off the cliff because all his friends were jumping off the cliff: "Melanie Phillips’s new piece in the Spectator is making the rounds so I might as well toss up a link. This story isn’t new — FrontPage was writing about Gaubatz last April and the Times featured him in a story about diehard WMD believers in June. He seems credible, but I must say, stories about the continuing hunt for WMDs at this point seem to me like a right-wing version of Trutherism. Besides, even if Gaubatz is right . . . " Pope Patterico seems to have tuned out the, um, subliminable message from Allahpundit.

Reynolds, of course, ALWAYS disclaims that he was merely linking, without a hint of approval. In this case, he tried to cover his private parts both frontways and backways by the circumlocution, "Er, wouldn’t this be news if it were true? Maybe not, these days." Which is about as subtle as a toddler playing peekaboo.

Patterico, so proud of his Debate Club skills that he could just bust, finishes up by writing,

"P.P.S. Last night a friend of mine (who is not one of the people Greenwald criticizes in his post, by the way) asked me: Do you think he’s dense or just a hack who doesn’t care if he’s right?"

False dichotomy, but nicely projected.

Giving the White House to these guys was like giving the car keys to Toonces. Or, on second thought, it may be unfair to subsume "Patterico & Pals" under the rubric of "funny felines". Unfair, that is, to my own cats, who'd certainly never cat-egorize any humans as "scum." (We're "the household staff.")

Oh, we weren't? Well. That's too bad.

One of my favorite Latin artists is Carlos Vives. A sampling:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U7pTAcppFeQ

He's Colombian but has lived in Puerto Rico for years and years, partly because of, well, issues in Colombia, one might say.

I was introduced to his music through "Escalona," perhaps the wildest telenovela ever (well, there is some Brazilian product that could compete), in which he plays a legendary vallenato musician who has, shall we say, adventures.

Someone videoed the final episode from their teevee:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=thxZNNrLW8Y

May be a little tough to figure out what's going on. Let's just say somebody has a tail. Could it be.... SATAN??

(In previous episodes, they found the crash site of Amelia Earhart. No lie.)

Needless to say, it's all good.

I was trying to post at Chris Floyd's and got trapped in the wind string harpsichord? His 'harp' is like a taking what info. was commissioned from the ---1916--- West Virginian commissioners....in a slow time when America moved 'slower.' A people sat post war two on porches, in a slower-pace America...And a time when people sat-hew-haw...O, and said, we got "so much work to do?"

The era in history was when people sat to hear birds sing while they sat safe on front porches. n the eve, the neighbors looked into the trees that had NOT been chain-saw down for a wall-maul. In other words, a Samuel (1915) Barber served his day. A musical orchestra took a theme from the natural birds, and put 'it' to string-instrument.

I accidentally listened to Saint Luke's (a doc) 'speak' of tiny ravens, bluebird chords, a women's voice, a day dream, and the 'ring choir-symphony' of a 'truism,' a dream and lovely mystery, revealed in a sing-song.

Watch out for the so labeled, "neocon." They really are dangerous, murderous, and a the real 'democratic' threat. Plus, ------ THEY want a want a fake iron-ball to da,da,da,da,da,da,da,da,da,da,da,da,...duh! Just Start Some More Trouble!

If a iron-ball could be a single-slink sling-shot, okay (?) but NOW they got a A-or N-bomb.

What a time to remain alive. No mistake, You know it? Murderous times are here again. Yep. That's right! Bad breath, and bad mouth textured, full-baloney...MSM? Yes. Bad bread and horrible leaven too. The ball-LOGO term in baseball, hardball, would say, "rotten livers."

To see and hear the MSM's 'fecal' matter 'drip' vis hired pundits is is a shame? What neo-con odor! Pooh. And poor you who subscribe to neocon pooh. Have we become so ill, we dare ask, "Is there a Lawyer in the House?"

I accidentally listened to some darn good music on the horse-gallop back to the hitching post-Salon. Hay! A horsey will trot back to where they know, and the familiar oats-and grain, grasses have grown.

A Samuel Barber had commissioned a human-orchestra's...it was a 'nice', to listen too kinda' of a flutist. Any instrument can be drowned out by other lyrical-hymn's? A knocking at hard-hearts is stupid, WHY, get sore knock-knuckles from banging at a locked door?

Pooh! And Who is poor Who, extra! And anyway?

It's glee to NOT lie. Unknowns come here to blow our dirty 'socks' off and then, clean, what is it Wezen got 'left?' Bare or beer, or bear feet? Contagious glee! Wow, and if that is NOT dangerous, what is? Contagious. Love.

Never give up. Be honest and real. YOU. A human instrument can be an 'instrumentalist. Yes. Real. And taker-a-easy, too.

That's it's okay to wander off into the woods, allright? Never say, Oh ah, " Oh, , o, me macho sorry." Never bow to a creep. 'Um are bad, insolvable, neocon, and bad fritter-'critters.'

If you'd wish to 'drag-'um-garden-wise, they would kick and resist...No hope?...

....Listen to "Knoxville," (sp), by Samuel Barber. If neocons kick dirt, 'fuss,' and kick-diet-dirt, some day the old term, "repent," may be in common vogue again? If we get into all chewing' Green mint for fresh-breath, and green teeth is NOY frowned-upon, we will be okay? Let's hope.

okay, how do we act melodic? If G.W.B's followers seem 'fecal' acting and betraying logic-- What is the insane neocon people to think?

A silver cloud kept popping into a blue sky today... I wanted to gallop to the homestead, and also stay in the field, and what is a person labeled, 'if they forget, forget, forget, forget...A Alzheimer's Farmer Who Will Not sell-Out?

Drop them 'forgetful attorney's one block-off from the Salon, or the White House, and if they find the way back to the Salon/ Whitehorse, don't love them, unconditionally. Dis-ease.

O, giddy up, where is G.G? Reading the Dock's ____! How does G.G., the kamasami, keep it up? I vote for him, "irregardless."

Okay, he toga took a trip to a dump? Again? Okay. Data's okay-with us...