Blast- (Found July 8, 2008 ) Dottore, Blast from the past. Do you really believe two 'ice-cream'-vans constitute proof of WMDs as el prez would have us believe Well, he may have you convinced but quite a few of his own countrymen are (finally) asking serious questions. El prez and his buddy Blair are in trouble : their WMD-spin is spinning out of control. On both sides of the big wet "lawmakers" are calling for an investigation into the whole WMD-saga. In the US some members of the oposition have waken up and are calling.http://blogs.salon.com/0002495/2003/06/03.html#a38 Idiots !- (Found July 8, 2008 ) Bones, We're all idiots ! And if it weren't for Bush, we would never have know ! What's this nonsense of no WMDs They have already been found ! Didn't you know The 2 trailers I so disparringly refer to as the ice-cream vans are it and if it weren't for that nice and helpfull Mr.Bush we would never have known. The labs Roadmap Colin was refering to when he "stood up in front of the world" have been found ! Armed with the knowledge that the WMDs -- ie 2 trailers -- have been found I set out...http://blogs.salon.com/0002495/2003/06/02.html#a37 (how) does this work- (Found July 8, 2008 ) Medicine Man, (how) does this work What was that all about I've been testing something, what and why is a bit technical, but (should you want to) you can read all about it here. In the meantime... The WMD-thing is all over the place ! Going nowhere -- except maybe to pieces -- in a hurry. A "secret transcript" is said to reveal that both 'Roadmap' Collin and Mad-hatter Jack Straw privately expressed serious doubts about the quality of intelligence on WMDs. Wham ! With the ink on that one...http://blogs.salon.com/0002495/2003/06/01.html#a36 The Rain in Spain...- (Found July 8, 2008 ) Our new Home : www.TheXVillain.comhttp://blogs.salon.com/0002495/2004/03/14.html#a42 Letters meant to send- July 8, 2008 Bones , Partir, c'est mourir un peu... Partir c'est mourir un peu C'est mourir ce qu'on aime On laisse un peu de soi-meme En toute heure et dans tout lieu C'est toujours le deuil d'un voeu Le dernier vers d'un poeme Partir c'est mourir un peu C'est mourir ce qu'on aime Et l'on part, et c'est un jeu Et jusqu'a l'adieu supreme C'est son ame que l'on seme Que l'on seme en chaque adieu Partir, c'est mourir un peu...http://blogs.salon.com/0002495/2003/06/09.html#a41 |