Sometimes the best defense is a good offense. Or: HOW DARE YOU QUESTION MY RECEPTIONIST’S PATRIOTISM!

From Breitbart: More than half of Americans say US news organizations are politically biased, inaccurate, and don’t care about the people they report on, a poll published Thursday showed. And poll respondents who use the Internet as their main source of news — roughly one quarter of all Americans — were even harsher with their criticism, the poll conducted by the Pew Research Center said. More than two-thirds of the

From the Guardian’s Neil Clark: […] in Iraq, it was Britain that was the aggressor, and all those who aided the occupation are complicit in what the Nuremburg judgment laid down as “the supreme international crime”: the launching of an illegal war of aggression against a sovereign state. The interpreters did not work for “us”, the British people, but for themselves – they are paid around £16 a day, an

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

“See? Now that’s what I’m talking about!” **** update: “Go ahead and Supersize mine, Mr Woo. Extra hot sauce, too.”

Yeah. Like we’re not supposed to know that the (pro-Bush faction of the) CIA orchestrated and staged this entire event. And please, let’s stop pretending those photos were taken in Iraq. I mean, look at the backdrops. Those are American flags! Besides, everyone knows that there isn’t a single Iraqi without a Tom Selleck mustache. Looks like our Ministry of Information fucked up another Op by hiring a few Portuguese

More “paranoia,” this time from Charles Krauthammer: the whole point of that story was to demonstrate how the war had turned an otherwise sensitive soul into a monster. Indeed, in the precious, highly self-conscious literary style of an aspiring writer trying out for a New Yorker gig, Beauchamp follows the terrible tale of his cruelty to the disfigured woman by asking, “Am I a monster?” And answering with satisfaction that

I’m late to this, but here’s Rick Moran’s coverage of Yearly Kos, sponsored by Pajamas Media. Guess they didn’t feel like putting aside money for my inevitable bail hearing. Besides, I don’t do “even-handed” quite so well.