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Thursday, October 06, 2005

Tina Brown Slut Redux

I know, I am a Tina Brown slut, having referenced her article from two week's ago as well. It takes girlfriend a while to wind her way to her point, but when she lasers in, it's priceless. I loved every lip smackin' bit of this paragraph, even tho the rest of the article tends to meander:

"...maybe a Bush memoir will give us a road map at least to some of the mysterious gaps and silences of the past five years. What was really going on during the missing hours on 9/11 aboard Air Force One, or in the interlude after Election Day 2000 when he vanished from sight and then emerged talking as if he were already president? I want to know about that lazy hidden summer of 2001 when the Aug. 6 presidential daily briefing titled "Bin Laden Determined to Strike in U.S." moldered in his in box, and why the governor of Louisiana couldn't find him when Hurricane Katrina was devastating the Gulf Coast. I want chapter and verse on the incident with the invasive pretzel. I want to deduce from parsing the punctuation the precise moment in the war in Iraq when his mood changed from swaggering certainty to the suppressed panic that now hovers at the corners of his mouth every time he goes into the herky-jerky routine of The War! On Terror! I want to know when the president first knew that the Valerie Plame leak was going to cause the long arm of the law to reach into the heart of his inner circle."

Personally, I've been lying in wait for the real skinny on the "pretzel" choke as well. I'm guessing that's when the hooch-slips really began.