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03/25/2003 Entry: "Shout At The Devil, Or At Least Lou Dobbs."
I was reminded why I don't have cable at my house while listening to CNN from the other room at the Boyfriend's this weekend. I found myself screaming at the television. "You're a lying sack of shit. SHOW ME how Iraq was involved in 9/11 and THEN you can say that." I did my best to just shut up, and Boyfriend was gracious and didn't throw things at me when I couldn't.
There was one bit I had to comment on; a guest on the show was talking about one of the alliance units that was 'crucial for victory': these are semi-mobile fueling stations called Forward Arming and Refueling Points or FARPs. (Until moments ago when I found reference to it, I could have sworn he'd called it a Fark. My bad.) At any rate, the interviewee described them as "giant gas stations in the middle of the desert."
And here I thought he was explaining how the Administration was going to rebuild Iraq. Oops, my bad again.