are you going to vanity fair?

On the whole, there are as many reasons for not working your way through Vanity Fair magazine as there are reasons for making the effort.

For starters, the magazine is about as dense with its ad content as any monthly publication out there. And there’s that scent of perfume that wafts up from the pages as you doggedly hunt for the wheat amongst the eye-candy chaff.

And I swear, there are more of those infuriating inserts in VF than any other magazine that arrives on my doorstep. By the time I pluck out the subscription postcards, the advertising inserts and those full-page cardboard subscription pages that make it impossible to read an article without a fight, the book weighs half what it did in the cellophane wrapper.

Still, I consider it a worthwhile read – and I do mean read. Not that I have anything against seeing Scarlett Johansson’s pale ass against both a black background and Kiera Knightly’s naked body. Or George Clooney in a sea of lingerie-clad beauties (interesting in a sepia-toned way) or Pamela Anderson’s ample bosom being out-boobed by Mamie Van Doren (I always knew Mamie had it in her). And I did pause to take in Sienna Miller reclining topless – but that was just to remember who the hell Sienna Miller IS and what the hell she’s doing lounging around in the middle of my magazine.

And there are regulars in the magazine who I find irritating.

Christopher Hitchins is a drunken sot who a) has a career alcoholics mistaken belief in his own infallibility and b) has an equally mistaken belief that a well-written stupid idea is better than an ordinary stupid idea.

And while I understand that Dominick Dunne has lived through his share of tragedy, but his writing always struck me as an odd combination of someone intent on kissing up to the rich and powerful all-the-while looking down his nose at them.

However, there is one regular feature that makes the whole effort well worthwhile.

James Wolcott is a must read.

Wolcott’s subject this month is George W. Bush’s craven use of the military as a political backdrop. It’s smart, extremely well written and even more sharply thought out. I heartily recommend it to anyone who appreciates good writing – especially those of us growing more and more angry with a president who use his role as Commander-in-Chief as a permanent campaign strategy.

And while I’m at it, I cannot recommend James Wolcott’s book, “Attack Poodles and Other Media Mutants : The Looting of the News in a Time of Terror,” highly enough. Same with Wolcott’s blog – one of the best out there.

More soon.

i am the law!

I’m beginning to think that we have Dick Cheney morphing into the wrong cartoon character.

For years, it’s been Darth Vader, making Cheney the Dark Lord of the Republican Party. It’s worked, especially since he talks like he’s wearing a Sith breath mask. The past week, it’s been Cheney as Elmer Fudd, considering his hunting mishap.

But the final minute of the Veep’s interview with Brit Hume on Fox News, the next cartoon identity for Dick Cheney revealed itself.

Cheney sees himself as Judge Dredd.

You remember the judge – Sylvester Stallone in a tricked-out motorcycle helmet, his upper lip curling menacingly, loudly proclaiming “I AM THE LAW!”

That’s the giveaway. Cheney, like Bush, does not think he is above the law. When the Justice Department comes calling to talk about the Veep’s role in leaking classified material to the press in the ramp-up to the invasion of Iraq, he’s going to claim that anything he okays for release is, by definition, declassified.

You won’t hear about this new tact in the Scooter Libby leak case in the mainstream media. Nor will you hear anything regarding Cheney’s “date” while hunting on the Armstrong Ranch over the weekend – the United States Ambassador to Switzerland, Pamela Willeford. No. For this kind of information you need to go to a news source that isn’t owned by someone classified as a Bush/Cheney Pioneer – which includes ABC, NBC, CBS, CNN, Fox News, Associated Press, Editor & Publisher, Knight-Ridder Newspapers, Gannett, Clear Channel Radio, Reuters, the New York Times, Washington Post, Time, Newsweek, et al. Once again, the Internet is the single source really examining the news. Perhaps, by the weekend you can read about it in the Guardian – British newspapers seem to do more investigation into U.S. news that U.S. news organizations do.

This latest arrogance in the face of the United States Constitution is in keeping with the Bush Administration’s hypocrisy. They nitpick through the law to find any thread they can exploit in support of their illegal conduct. Other than that, they treat it like two-ply Charmin, and I don’t mean Mr. Whipple giving it a good squeeze. Once the next administration is sworn in – a Democratic administration – they’re going to have to call in document experts to painstakingly clean the brown stains off those hallowed words “We the People …”

To the right of this post is a too-short list of news sources I look to for information you cannot find in a mainstream newspaper. And I work for a mainstream newspaper.

Check them out.

More soon.

hide and seek

And now, the game has officially begun.

What was Dick Cheney trying to hide by waiting 14 hours to speak with Corpus Christi officials about the hunting accident that put 78-year-old Harry Whittington in the hospital?

After four days of hiding out, Cheney has finally agreed to break his silence by speaking to Fox News. The fact that the Veep runs to Fox News first is telling. When taken together, the fact that he’s remained silent for so long, the fact that he refused to speak to law enforcement officials until 8 a.m. the next morning, the fact that story changed repeatedly overnight, and the fact that Cheney will only talk to a friendly audience, adds up to one unavoidable conclusion: Cheney is hiding something.

Fox News, it should be remembered, went on the air Tuesday and criticized mainstream media for focusing too much attention on Harry Whittington and his condition and not enough on how Cheney is feeling -- after all, Neil Cavuto opined, Dick Cheney is a human being, too, and shooting someone can take a great toll on a person. Yeah. Like he would know.

Sticking a catheter in a man to check out the condition of his heart muscle, which is under attack from bird shot, is less important than a penetrating report on Dick Cheney's angst.

The first conclusion has been made again and again, but is best summed up by famed criminal lawyer Alan Dershowitz on The Huffington Post:

“What is the most likely thing to happen during a 14 hour delay that is worth the negative publicity? One possibility is that it takes approximately that period of time for alcohol to dissipate in the body and no longer be subject to accurate testing. It is fairly common for people involved in alcohol-related accidents to delay reporting them until the alcohol has left the body. There is no hard evidence that this is what happened here, but we are entitled to a better explanation. We should be told whether Vice President Cheney's victim had alcohol in his system when he was taken to the hospital. Was there any alcohol at or near the hunting area? Were any in the hunting party carrying flasks (which is apparently common among hunters)? What was Cheney doing just before he went hunting? Did anyone in the hunting party have a drink? We do know that Cheney had two drunk driving convictions when he was in his early 20s, but he has apparently been clean since then.

“There are certainly other explanations for the 14 hour delay, but simply postponing the inevitable publication of a damaging story is not one of them. Nor is the fact that Cheney is, by nature, a secretive man. The burden of proof has now shifted to the Vice President to explain why he made this stupid, or very clever, decision. We're waiting for his explanation.”

NBC Investigative reporter Aram Roston published a report online that included an admission by Katherine Armstrong, the rancher/witness, that there was beer available during lunch. The paragraph with that admission was later scrubbed from the website.

But if you look at what Armstrong has said about the incident, it contradicts. She's tried to pass herself off as a witness when, in fact, she was not. She admitted that the first she knew of what happened was when she saw Secret Service agents running to the scene and told reporters that she thought the Veep had suffered a heart attack. That's not the same thing as witnessing the accident and Harry Whittington getting "peppered pretty good."

Her admission about beer being available over lunch doesn't hold water, either. It's parsing the truth at a high art -- and you must remember that Armstrong is, herself, a GOP politician in the Texas tradition. Ironically, as head of the Texas Parks and Wildlife department that issued the report claiming that alcohol did not play any part in the accident based on no evidence whatsoever -- just anecdotal testimony.

Of course, spinmeisters are busy wrangling some cover for the Veep. Tucker Carlson, for example, was on Scarborough Country announcing that, from his considerable experience as a huntsman, no hunter would dare take beer with them into the field, or touch the amber liquid while carrying a shotgun. That may be true at an Arlington hunt club, but that is laughable on its face. Not even Joe Scarborough was fool-hardy enough to bite on that offering.

Another interesting suggestion also can be found on The Huffington Post, credited to Sirius radio:

“Sirius radio's Alex Bennett just broke a rumor that the delay in reporting the news that Cheney shot an old man in the heart was due to an effort to hide or spin Cheney's female companion.

“Pamela Willeford, ambassador to Switzerland and -- yes -- Liechtenstein, was part of the hunting excursion with Cheney and Whittington. And according to Willeford's account, Cheney and the ambassador were side-by-side when the shooting of Whittington took place.

“The vice president's Secret Service detail had to decide what to do with Willeford by way of perhaps covering up her relationship with Cheney, and thus the delay in reporting the news.

“The rumor goes that Lynn Cheney isn't happy with Cheney's close relationship with Willeford.

“Again, just a rumor.”

So, was Cheney caught drinking? Or was he afraid of being caught in flagrante delicto with his own Lewinsky?

Another source suggests that both Cheney and Whittington had female hunting partners not their wives and that Armstrong claimed to have witnessed the incident when, in fact, she did not -- this from RJ Eskow, who refers to this incident as Cheney's Chappaquiddick.

Here’s the irony.

Bush and Cheney swept their corrupt asses into the White House by promising to bring honor and integrity back to the Executive Branch – and have conducted themselves with neither.

The joke making the rounds the last few days was that when Clinton shot someone, he got impeached – despite the fact that the only thing that happened was a stain on a blue dress. When Cheney shoots someone, REALLY shoots someone, nothing happens.

And now, there’s a real possibility that the vice president is caught with his pants down and his gun going off half-cocked. And the only way to get the truth of this story will be to comb the Web.

More soon.

can't you just see the steam rising from fratboy's ears?

Oh, man. W. must be fuming by now.

This is a president who brooks no counter opinion. He tolerates no question of his authority, his position, his actions. He IS the imperial president. If he could order beheadings -- and considering the way things have gone at Gitmo and Abu Ghraib, he very well could have already -- George W. Bush would.

Tantrums have not been out of the ordinary in the Oval Office.

And now, his loyal subjects are revolting.

Ari Fleischer hos now come off the bench, criticizing the Administration.

From Editor & Publisher's online edition:

"Fleischer, who was Bush's first press secretary - from 2001 to 2003 - told E&P that Cheney's accidental shooting of Texas attorney Harry Whittington on Saturday during a hunting trip should not have taken nearly a day to be reported. "It would have been better if the vice president and/or his staff had come out last Saturday night or first thing Sunday morning and announced it," he said during a phone interview Tuesday. "It could have and should have been handled differently."

"But Fleischer also took a jab at the reporting frenzy surrounding the story, saying most Americans are not as focused on it as the White House press corps. "The press is largely right on the issue--but it can be right and go too far," he added.

"He also said that if he were still in the White House, he would urge the vice president's office to take some of the heat off Bush's staff: "I think you go to the vice president and say, 'you need to be handling this.'"

"Fleischer's comments came just hours after Marlin Fitzwater, who served as press secretary to Bush's father and Ronald Reagan, also criticized Cheney, telling E&P he was "appalled" at the response to the incident."

The report critical of Chertoff and the rest of FEMA for its handling of Hurricane Katrina is about to splash headlines across the country. GOP congress men and women are coming off the sidelines to criticize Bush for his domestic spying program.

And I cannot say I'm saddened at the prospect of George W. Bush having a terrible, horrible, no-good, very bad day.

More soon.

ha ha, yuck, yuck

To borrow a quote from Han Solo:

“Yuck it up, fuzz ball.”

Even while Harry Whittington was suffering a heart attack, possibly brought on by the fact that he has shotgun pellets imbedded in his chest thanks to Dick Cheney, the White House was busy making jokes.

From Yahoo News:

President Bush’s spokesman quipped Tuesday that the burnt orange school colors of the University of Texas championship football team that was visiting the White House shouldn't be confused for hunter's safety wear.

“The orange that they're wearing is not because they're concerned that the vice president may be there,” joked White House press secretary Scott McClellan, following the lead of late-night television comedians. “That's why I'm wearing it.”

The president's brother, Florida Gov. Jeb Bush, took a similar jab after slapping an orange sticker on his chest from the Florida Farm Bureau that read, “No Farmers, No Food.”

“I'm a little concerned that Dick Cheney is going to walk in,” the governor cracked during an appearance in Tampa Monday

Reminds us of those pictures of W. joking about his hunt for weapons of mass destruction in and around the West Wing before a correspondents dinner. These guys just don’t get it.

More soon.

fudd-gate, the laugh riot

Thank goodness for The Daily Show with Jon Stewart. They weighed in Monday night. Here's a transcript. You can catch the whole thing on Crooks and Liars.

Jon Stewart: “Man, do you ever have a weekend and you think to yourself , I’m just sad. Nothing fun ever happens any more. Nothin’ really gets my blood goin’ – gets me excited to be alive again.’ Well, if you had one of those weekends, looky here and listen:”

News clip: “Vice-President Dick Cheney has accidentally shot a friend with whom he was hunting. . .”

Brian Williams, NBC: “Bird shot fired from the vice president’s weapon apparently wounded a fellow hunter.”

Stewart looks skyward and whispers ‘Thank you, Jesus.’

Stewart: “Yes, as you just heard, near tragedy over the weekend in South Texas. Vice President Dick Cheney accidentally shot a man during a quail hunt at a political supporter’s ranch, making 78-year-old Harry Whittington the first person shot by a sitting veep since Alexander Hamilton. Alexander Hamilton, of course, was shot in a duel with Aaron Burr over issues of honor, integrity and political maneuvering. Whittington was mistaken for a bird.

“The other player in the drama, ranch owner and eye witness Katherine Armstrong:”

Armstrong: “We were shooting a covey of quail. The vice president and two others got out of the car to walk up the covey.”

Stewart: “What kind of hunting story begins with ‘getting out of your car?’”

In mock tones: “As I sighted the great beast before me, my hand was shaking – I could barely engage the parking brake. Slowly, I turned off the AC and silenced my sub-woofers. And then, a tragedy.”

Armstrong: “A bird flushed. The vice president took aim at the bird, and, unfortunately, Mr. Whittington was in the line of fire and got peppered pretty well.”

Stewart: “Peppered. Yes, there you have it. Harry Whittington, seasoned to within an inch of his life. Peppered is what you do to a Caesar Salad. He shot that dude.

“Whittington was rushed to the hospital, where he received a very special visitor.”

Peter Blanco, hospital spokesman: “Vice President Cheney came by earlier this afternoon to meet with the patient for a brief period of time.”

Stewart: “How minimally thoughtful. (Imitating Cheney:) ‘How ya doin’? How are ya’? I peppered you pretty good, didn’t I.’

“This story certainly has its humorous aspects. It’s easy to make fun of an incident such as this. Very easy. UnBELIEVABLY easy. The kind of easy that makes you want to return your check. But also raises a serious issue. You see, I’m not JUST Jon Stewart, host of The Daily Show with, you know, me. I’m also a concerned parent. So, moms and dads, if you’re watching right now, I can’t emphasize this enough: Don't let your kids go hunting with the Vice President. I don't care what kind of lucrative contracts they're trying to land or energy regulations they're trying to get lifted. He'll shoot them in the face.”

“But for more on the story, let’s go out to correspondent Ed Helms, who’s live from Corpus Christi, Texas. Ed?”

Ed Helms: “Jon, I’m here at the hospital where Austin lawyer and Republican fundraiser Harry Whittington is in stable condition after being shot by Vice President Dick Cheney during a weekend quail-hunting expedition. Doctors say he’s recovering quickly after being shot in the face by the vice president. I’ll be here all day with continuous coverage of how vice president Dick Cheney SHOT a 78-year-old man IN THE FACE, after he mistook him for a small bird.”

Stewart: “Ed, this Armstrong Ranch – what kind of facility is this?”

Helms: “It’s a private hunting ranch where the hunter drives up to the pen-raised birds. The hunter then gets out of his car, aims his .28-guage shotguns at slow-moving birds three feet away, and then the hunt is on.”

Stewart: “Ed, why would the vice president or hunters shoot at a facility with birds that have been raised in captivity and then just released to be killed?”

Helms: “As you know, the vice president has a big entourage: Secret Service and a full hospital detail including five paramedics, three cardiologists, two defibrillators, an iron lung, the cast of ER and that metal egg Darth Vader sleeps in. It’s a group that makes a lot of noise that could scare off your average quail. So they hunt pen-raised, witless quail with no wings in order to, you know, level the playing field.”

Moments later, Rob Corddry weighs in:

Stewart: “I’m joined now by our own vice presidential firearms mishap analyst, Rob Corddry. Rob, thanks for joining us. Obviously, Rob, this is an unfortunate situation. How is the vice president handling it?”

Corddry: “Jon, tonight the vice president is standing by his decision to shoot Harry Whittington. According to the best intelligence available, there were quail hidden in the brush. Everyone believed at the time there were quail in the brush. And while the quail turned out to be a 78-year-old man, even knowing that today, Mr. Cheney insists he still would have shot Mr. Whittington in the face. He believes the world is a better place for his spreading buckshot throughout the entire region of Mr. Whittington's face.”

Stewart: “But why, Rob? If he had known Mr. Whittington was not a bird – if he had that information, why would he still have shot him in the face?”

Corddry: “Jon, good question. In a post-9/11 world, the American people expect their leaders to be decisive. To not have shot his friend in the face would have sent a message to the quail that America is weak.”

Stewart: “I have to say, to my ears, that is horrible that he would still do that.”

Corddry: “Look, the mere fact that we're even talking about how the vice president drives up with his rich friends in cars to shoot farm-raised wingless quail-tards is letting the quail know "how" we're hunting them. I'm sure right now those birds are laughing at us in that little "covey" of theirs.”

Stewart: “Rob, I'm not sure birds can laugh.”

Corddry: “Well, whatever it is they do -- coo -- they're cooing at us right now, Jon, because here we are talking openly about our plans to hunt them. Jig’s up, Jon. Quails one, America zero.”

Stewart: “On a purely human level – on a human level – is the vice president at least sorry?”
Corddry: “Jon, what difference does it make? The bullets are already in the man’s face. Let’s move forward, across party lines, as a people to get him some sort of mask. Hindsight is 20/20, Jon. As was, ironically, the shotgun the vice president used to shoot his friend, a 78-year-old man, in what can only be described as his face.”

Oh, by the way -- Whittington suffered a heart attack today. No doubt brought on by being shot. In the face. By the vice president. Who mistook him for a bird.

More soon.

uh oh, pioneer!

Oh, man, this is a target rich environment. And since it feels an awful lot like shooting fish in a barrel, it just isn’t quite as much fun.

Seems the vice president went quail hunting over the weekend. We don’t know whether or not he bagged any quail, but he did bag his hunting partner, Harry Whittington, 78, a millionaire civil rights attorney. One must assume, given his track record, that Whittington has made serious contributions to the Republican party in general and to Bush/Cheney in particular to have earned the chance to take a load of buckshot in the ass with the vice president. I mean, a real load of buckshot in the ass instead of the same old/same old buckshot in the ass Dick Cheney delivers in his stump speech – you know, that Saddam Hussein had weapons of mass destruction and any Democrat who does anything other than shutting up and sitting on his hands is aiding and abetting Osama bin Laden.

One group has stuck the perfect label to this whole mess: Fudd-gate. As in Elmer "I must shoot the wabbit" Fudd.

On a personal note, my father was shot and seriously wounded in a hunting accident when I was in junior high school, so I am seriously concerned about a hunter who mistakes a civil rights attorney for a quail. My father, at least, was mistaken for an elk – and by that I don’t mean one of those Elks Club elks. I mean an elk with antlers.

The Bush Administration is been at war with civil rights attorney, even Republican civil rights attorney, so there is a great deal of irony in Dick “Hawkeye” Cheney plugging one on a Texas ranch. I’m sure Cheney wanted to do the same thing to John Edwards during his vice-presidential debate. But instead of buckshot, he had to use bullshit to bully his way through that head-to-head outing. It got awfully deep that night.

Much the way it’s getting awfully deep now, as reporters began grilling Scotty “Spank Boy” McClellan over the way this nasty news was handled.

Seems Cheney dropped his load on Whittington at about 5:30 p.m. Texas time Saturday, and the news didn’t break until 18 hours later, until after all the Sunday chat shows had been aired. Even then, it didn’t come out through White House channels. It came out when the owner of the ranch dialed up the fine folks at the local Corpus Christi newspaper. Now, the last time I checked, the owner of a ranch in Corpus Christi is not a paid White House spokesperson.

So, what is the veep hiding?

Corpus Christi police were not permitted to talk to Cheney -- prevented by the Secret Service. If there was some impropriety involved in the incident, was the Secret Service involved in a cover-up.

There is no comment from the White House regarding reports that the Corpus Christi Police Department wanted to question the Veep as to why Whittington had been dredged in flour, salt, pepper and a dash of Hungarian paprika by the time he reached the local emergency room.

The story, itself, already has undergone several changes. At first, it was said that Whittington came up behind Cheney and startled him. Then it changed to Whittington wandering inadvertently into Cheney's line of fire. It could be that Whittington just asked the Veep about his incident with Patrick Leahy on the Senate floor and, instead of dropping the "F bomb" on him, Cheney unloaded his scatterguage.

The question that hasn't been asked in all the grilling over the timeline was whether or not alcohol was involved. Had the veep tanked up before hitting the field? Was the 18-hour gap lag time so the scotch could work its way out of Cheney's sytem?

Either way, it's clear now that SOMEONE in the Bush Administration finally has combat experience. And perhaps the 18-hour gap was merely because Cheney was waiting to be welcomed as a liberator by the Texas quail.

There’s more shit to hit the fan over this unfortunate incident. Just like there’s more shit to hit the fan over Cheney’s role in the Valerie Plame leak investigation. And Cheney’s energy policy meetings.

More soon.

dear george

From: The great unwashed
To: Fratboy in Chief

I know it’s been quite a while since you addressed an audience that wasn’t handpicked for you. Or that wasn’t under orders not to embarrass you. Or that did not hand over a sizeable check for the Republican National Committee as you left.

So, maybe you need a little reminder about what it’s like out in the real world – outside that insulated cocoon where you spend your days, ranting and raving at anyone who dares to offer you a differing opinion. Yes, we’ve heard those stories about your profanity-laced tirades. And don’t forget that we caught you red-fingered, flipping off the White House press corps after they dared question you and your imperial presidency about Iraq. I guess you really miss your gay-escort, go-to-guy Jeff Gannon, eh?

Up to this point of your presidency, the only thing truly pointed you’ve ever had to face as Commander in Chief is that pretzel that floored you. We hear you called its boss and had it fired, too.

Tuesday you ventured outside the cocoon. This was a good first step. Don’t let it be your last.

Since you’ve avoided addressing the NAACP Convention like the plague, it should be pointed out to you that the sea of faces staring back at you may have looked like Condoleeza Rice or Colin Powell (you remember them, right? They’re not like Jack Abramoff, that guy you never met, no matter what the photographs show, right?), but they don’t think in lockstep with you and the Turd Blossom.

Here’s a hint: All those faces looking back at you while you sat scowling on the dais? Those are the people Sam Alito was working so hard to keep OUT of Princeton.

Those are people who have built their life around the church – who live their life within their church community. Who believe that life should be lived by trying to BE LIKE JESUS CHRIST.

Maybe that’s where you went wrong. You see, this was a REAL church you walked into, not one of those corporate affairs you’re used to. They don’t hold “Jesus wants you to be wealthy” classes at this kind of church. In this kind of a church, they don’t try to install monuments to the Ten Commandments at the local courthouse. Instead, they try to live by The Beattitudes – and I suppose that concept is a bit foreign to you, George. Here’s a hint: Ted Kennedy quoted them to you. They’re from the opening to Jesus’ Sermon on the Mount. You should remember these, George:

Blessed are the poor in spirit: for theirs is the kingdom of heaven. (A good thing for you to remember, George. You can’t buy your way in to Heaven, no matter what James Dobson is trying to tell you while he’s pimping for those conservative judges)

Blessed are the meek: for they shall posses the land. (I know this isn’t a concept you can get yourself next to – especially with you now wanting to sell off national forest land to your buddies. And no, drilling rights aren’t exempt)

Blessed are they who mourn: for they shall be comforted. (You should know about this one, George – you and your policies have caused a lot of people to mourn, from the people that died on September 11 that you have hidden behind, to the thousands of soldiers you’ve sacrificed in Iraq and Afghanistan to the thousands still missing after Hurricane Katrina)

Blessed are they that hunger and thirst after justice: for they shall have their fill. (Just remember that, George. Your day of judgment is still coming)

Blessed are the merciful: for they shall obtain mercy. (Mention that to Slammin’ Sammy Alito when you get a chance)

Blessed are the clean of heart: for they shall see God. (The God you keep talking to is either a flashback from one of your cocaine binges or midnight guilt creeping up on you, George)

Blessed are the peacemakers: for they shall be called the children of God. (“That bitch,” as you refer to Cindy Sheehan, is one of the children of God, George. You should be ashamed of yourself)

Blessed are they that suffer persecution for justice' sake, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven. (Remember that when you review your rendition program and when you spout off about how you need to torture prisoners in your War on Terror)

The people in this Georgia church know those bible verses, George. Why don’t you?

Your “fuck ‘em, they don’t vote for me anyway” attitude came back to haunt you, George. I hope you learned something from it.

But, fratboy that you are, it appears you didn’t. You came right back out and told that tall story about how you thwarted an attack on “The Liberty Tower” in Los Angeles, trying to scare people into looking the other way while you keep screwing over “the mythical little guy,” as your senate pals like to call them.

You should know better.

More soon.