Bill INDC emails:
I’m headed back to Fallujah for at least 16 days starting August 30th, to cover the state of the Iraqi Security Forces and city prior to Petraeus’s September report.
I’m accredited with Bill Roggio’s Public Multimedia citizen journalism shop, and we could sure use tax deductible donations to support these embed projects. Any links to support citizen journalism would be very much appreciated.
Please see this post for a donation button, description of the embed, and action-oriented video from my last trip.
This is, of course, just an elaborate excuse for Ardolino to regrow his beard and take pictures of himself in a helmet and night vision goggles, but hey — whatever floats your beanbag.
For what it’s worth, I have Bill’s word that if he comes back with a story about how his time in Iraq has turned him into a soulless cynic who has taken to mocking melty-faced ladies in such a way that the caricatures he surrounds himself with “double over with laughter,” he’ll happily refund your money.
If only the MSM made similar promises.
But, even if he returns the money, the dehumanizing experience will be seered, !SEERED! into his memory, like a flaming spear infused with pitch.
Simple charity suggests that he should be allowed to keep the cash unless he’s coarsened at Kennedy Airport.
A question that occured to me posting a little while ago on another blog:
If we are such an imperialist nation, why the hell do we pay for raw materials like oil or various ores?
Shouldn’t we be using slave labor to extract and ship them here?
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[TW: deals slave…….JEFF, CUT THAT OUT!!!!!!]
He could share my bunk we me. It’s been awfully lonely in here ever since you meddling webloggers trounced my well intended articles.
Oh, and if he has room a box of twinkies would be nice, if libs haven’t hoarded them all in preparation to their trip to cover the just and honorable war in Afghanistan.
No deal.
I’ll only be convinced of his journalistic bona fides if can take a joy ride in a Bradley and surgically slice a dog cleanly in half with the treads while his buddies howl in laughter over the radio.
Mmmmmmm. Melty-faced ladies.
This calls for a tuna-melt sandwich on white bread.
Or least something else that smells fishy.
Comment by N. O’Brain on 8/10 @ 11:13 am #
A question that occured to me posting a little while ago on another blog:
If we are such an imperialist nation, why the hell do we pay for raw materials like oil or various ores?
Shouldn’t we be using slave labor to extract and ship them here?
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Dude. Where are the third world ethnic types willing to do my bidding in return for something shiney?
tw; Monumental doctrines. Don’t tell me a real person isn’t doing that.