Sunday, August 28, 2005
The Dog Days Of August
Took my favorite wife to California on the well-deserved Summer Road Trip in The Bad Boy, a spanking new black-on-black 300hp Mustang GT convertible. Music by The Beatles, Motown and Nelson Riddle. Destination: the Monterey Historic Automobile Races, and there's nothing else like it. Now that we're back it's time to catch up on our reading:
Christopher Hitchens explains the reality of Iraq to those still waiting for George W. Bush to apologize for something, anything. This is Hitchens at his most elegant, so if you're still an addle-brained Bush-hating idiot after reading A War To Be Proud Of, you'll always be that same idiot. Not to get too personal, you understand.
Speaking of road trips, Edward Morrissey, writing in the Weekly Standard, examines the conflicting stories of Atta's Prague Vacation and asks why the 9/11 Commission chose to believe captured terrorists rather than Army Intel.
Meanwhile, back at Captain's Quarters, Morrissey further describes the 9/11 Commission's malfeasance while showing how the CIA treats information that doesn't match its view of the world:
Like the Atta visit to Prague, for which the Czech government provided intelligence which they insist to this day is accurate, the Commission chose to minimize or ignore evidence and intelligence that would lead Americans to believe that any state had a role in facilitating al-Qaeda in its attack on 9/11. They went out of their way to reach a conclusion that would encourage the US to discount the role of state sponsorship of terrorism, rather than point out that more than one state had some operational ties to the 9/11 conspiracy.
On the ground in Iraq, we find that the human-rights-for-terrorist-assholes crowd on the left have gotten their way with the release of a thousand or so terrorist assholes from Abu Ghraib, and let's be clear about this: there are nothing but terrorist assholes in the cells of Abu Ghraib. And what do these newly-released assholes do? They go back and start shooting at Coalition soldiers. In this particular account, one terrorist-asshole gets the added and poetic bonus of having his shrivelled nuts blown off by his new friend in the U.S. Marines, so maybe a prisoner-release program can be A Good Thing after all.
This last item also introduces readers to Michael Yon, the author of the piece and a man whose voice I pray will long ring clear.
Christopher Hitchens explains the reality of Iraq to those still waiting for George W. Bush to apologize for something, anything. This is Hitchens at his most elegant, so if you're still an addle-brained Bush-hating idiot after reading A War To Be Proud Of, you'll always be that same idiot. Not to get too personal, you understand.
Speaking of road trips, Edward Morrissey, writing in the Weekly Standard, examines the conflicting stories of Atta's Prague Vacation and asks why the 9/11 Commission chose to believe captured terrorists rather than Army Intel.
Meanwhile, back at Captain's Quarters, Morrissey further describes the 9/11 Commission's malfeasance while showing how the CIA treats information that doesn't match its view of the world:
Like the Atta visit to Prague, for which the Czech government provided intelligence which they insist to this day is accurate, the Commission chose to minimize or ignore evidence and intelligence that would lead Americans to believe that any state had a role in facilitating al-Qaeda in its attack on 9/11. They went out of their way to reach a conclusion that would encourage the US to discount the role of state sponsorship of terrorism, rather than point out that more than one state had some operational ties to the 9/11 conspiracy.
On the ground in Iraq, we find that the human-rights-for-terrorist-assholes crowd on the left have gotten their way with the release of a thousand or so terrorist assholes from Abu Ghraib, and let's be clear about this: there are nothing but terrorist assholes in the cells of Abu Ghraib. And what do these newly-released assholes do? They go back and start shooting at Coalition soldiers. In this particular account, one terrorist-asshole gets the added and poetic bonus of having his shrivelled nuts blown off by his new friend in the U.S. Marines, so maybe a prisoner-release program can be A Good Thing after all.
This last item also introduces readers to Michael Yon, the author of the piece and a man whose voice I pray will long ring clear.
