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*** Michele is back!

*** The Commissar is popping popcorn over Truthout's Rove indictment story (emphasis on "story"):

Whatever one's politics, this sure is interesting. I can't ever recall such a potentially explosive story being presented in two wholly contradictory versions for so long. The Lefties must be freaking out. Popcorn, anyone?

My money is on further, catastrophic shaming of Leopold. Or at least what would count as "catastrophic shaming," if indeed there were any real consequences in Blog World ...

*** How much do I hate the Llamas? Well, the second I found out that this real live Civil War-era fort was up for auction on E-Bay, I had only one thought: historical geekenfraude. I must find a way to buy it, thus purchasing the cruel discretion not to invite either of the Llamas to come over and play. Instead, I'd taunt them with a flurry of happy-snaps: "Here's me hanging on the restored 'Napoleon' 12-pounder! Here's me balancing on a parapet! Here's me in full Union general officer regalia, looking intently over the outer wall at sunset! Here's me naked, doing the snoopy danc - hey! How'd that get in there?!"

Ooh that would chafe 'em. Yes it would.

*** Bing West pens a dispatch from Iraq:

"Sadr's militia tried to take it over," Capt. Muhamed Eba, 28, explained. "We got here first. They drove up, shouting and honking horns. Then they drove away. They knew they'd lose. We have the Americans."
...
Winski stopped in a dusty field filled with taxis waiting for fares from the nearby market. He called out, and a crowd of men and boys gathered around.

"Another IED went off on the river road last night," he said through an interpreter. "You keep telling me it's outsiders. I keep telling you they're not invisible. Someone saw something. My Humvees are armored. Your children are the ones who get hurt."

Men started out-shouting one another. The translator, Muhamed Ayanda (a pseudonym), yelled until he restored order. The Shiite crowd demanded lights on the road. That would fix it. Most blamed Sunni villagers who lived up the road. A few suggested Sadr's militia had placed the IEDs. Winski offered cash for information. The men laughed, making slicing motions across their necks.

Both sides waited for the conclusion of the discussion: soccer balls. Winski always had some for the kids. Sure enough, Sgt. Maj. Fields selected half a dozen of the smallest children and gave them backpacks and soccer balls. Winski had a final word before he left.

"A kid up the river road had his right leg blown off at the knee. You've all seen him. That'll be your kid one of these days."

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