Ms. Gorelick said at the hearing Tuesday that information in the documents "would set your hair on fire, and not just George Tenet's hair on fire." Though .... she said that there had been "an extraordinary spike" of intelligence warning about Qaeda attacks ... that "it plateaued at a spike level for months." -- NYTimes
“...plateaued at a spike level for months...”
Clowns. Why does it always have to be clowns?
You wake up and there are clowns. You sleep and clowns cavort through your nightmares. The clowns are nattering everywhere, on every channel and on every radio station not utterly given over to gangster rap. The clowns are leaping up out of the newspapers to slap you with a cream pie. They've all agreed on the routine and we have to watch these clowns climb in and out of the little cars for years. That's the politics of the bogus in 2004, folks, clowns to the left of me, jokers to the right...
Like many others, I've had the current clown show, the 9/11 Hearings, bleating in the middle distance all day. I've been listening for something.
But although I've heard a lot of oooga-horns and seen a lot of seltzer being sprayed, I'm not hearing what I think I should hear, at least once, to convince me that they are not all, right, left and center, a pack of clowns whacking each other over the head with poo-poo cushions. I'd like to hear what I need to hear, but so far all I hear is the chittering blather of clowns and the vague chink-chink the drinking bird makes as it bobbles over the glass.
Once, just once, I'd like to hear an exchange like this:
Committee Clown: "So tell us again why, with all the zillions of chucky-bucks, we were throwing at this problem over the years, we were subjected to September 11. Somebody's gotta get shot out of a cannon for this, you know.”Posted by Vanderleun at March 23, 2004 10:56 PM | TrackBackWitness Clown: “Well, I hate to break character here and give you a straight answer instead of just flapping my slapstick against the table, Senator, but if you can spare a moment from pondering that email promising penis enlargement, here's the scoop.
“Nobody, but nobody, outside of about 50 Islam-addled whackjobs high on burning donkey dung, would have been able to believe on September 10, that a cadre of crazed fanatics were going to hijack four airliners and drive them into three buildings and a field.
“Nobody stopped it because nobody could imagine it other than those that did it, and those that ordered it done. It was, and is, an act of sheer evil so large and so outside the ability of a rational and civilized mind to entertain that we just couldn't see it coming. I resent that both of us have to sit here strapped into these drool cups and pretend somebody should have.
“They got us because the were not only more evil than we imagined, they were more evil than we can imagine.
“What we have learned, but obviously not well enough since we are sitting here in our baggy pants and clown makeup with red balls slapped on our noses, is that they will do even worse evil if we don't haul our sorry tails out of this meeting right now and start eliminating them pronto with all the force at our command.
“Am I getting through to you, Senator?
“Am I letting you see the big picture?
“You want the truth? You can't handle the truth.
“Hell, WE can't handle the truth. We're just going to sit here flailing about with pig bladders for the amusement of our blood-enemies watching on CNN until they decide to slaughter another 3,000, 30,000, 300,000 of our citizens at their desks and in their beds.
“And, you know what? About 24 months after that happens -- if they don't manage to kill all of us in Foggy Bottom next time, we'll all be sitting around here in our fright wigs again, and you'll want to know why we didn't see it coming.
“I’ve been sitting here watching the ten of you preen and pose for days and frankly, Senator, and other distinguished members of this crapulous panel, my nausea runneth over at this lame blame game.
“Now, if you will excuse me, Senator, I need to slap on some cold cream, lose this clown nose, and get my game face on. It's clobbering time and we'd like to have the hammer back, okay?”
