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an exasperated ms. priss
2004-05-20 | 1:24 p.m.

It just keeps going from bad to fucking worse.

And the lawyer explains the photos saying they represent “gallows humor.” What the fuck?!?! That’s supposed to explain it? We’re supposed to hear that and say, oh, yeah, that makes sense, they weren’t sadistic bastards, they were just having a chuckle?!?!

This was the lawyer’s explanation! Somebody needs to fire that man, because he sure as hell isn’t helping his client with that half-witted, amoral excuse.

Not that there’s really an acceptable excuse for what went on in Abu Ghraib. But with each passing day, it does seem clearer that military intelligence, with the tacit if not explicit approval of top Pentagon officials, were pulling the strings.

And because anyone with half a brain can’t really accept the administration’s line of a “few bad apples,” I’ve got to give props to the Senate Arms Services Committee for continuing the hearings and at least making an effort to get some answers, despite getting some flack from disgruntled Republicans.

Rumsfeld is apparently exasperated with the all consuming nature of the hearings.

Well, Mr. Secretary, I’m a bit exasperated by the fact that American soldiers have been given tacit approval to torture and humiliate prisoners of war. I’m also a bit exasperated that we’re having to explain to the world that our torture is infinitely better somehow than Saddam’s torture. Since we’re airing our grievances, how about this one? Waging a unilateral war premised on lies, inaccuracies, and exaggeration – yeah, that exasperates me too. Oh, and then not having a realistic plan for handing over sovereignty to the newly “liberated,” well that’s also fucking exasperating. And not having a goddamn clue about how to get the fuck out any time in the foreseeable future, or not being upfront with the taxpayers about what the ultimate price tag will be in this little exercise in shoving democracy down the throats of the fucking world – guess what, all of that exasperates the shit out of me.

So, please, unless you’re going to do something about any of these things, keep your exasperation over the Senate hearings to yourself, thankyouverymuch.

And, in case you have any illusions that this whole damn thing hasn’t degenerated into a complete farce, American and Iraqi forces today raided the home of Ahmad Chalabi, the once favored child of the Bush administration on the interim Governing Council (said to be, by the way, largely responsible for the “faulty” intelligence on weapons of mass destruction), and, until a few months ago, on the U.S. payroll to the tune of $335,000 a month. June 30th is quickly approaching, and we don’t even know who is friend and who is foe, much less who in the hell is supposed to take the reins.

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I’m making an effort to balance my political diatribes with a little light hearted fun. So, I horked this from nixtress, who horked it from bingoguy.

According to this highly technical and extremely reliable scientific test, my love personality is a Deliberate Brutal Love Dreamer, otherwise knows as The Priss.

My DBLDf personality is expertly described like this [editorial remarks in brackets]:

Mature. Responsible. Aristocratic. Excuse me. The Priss.

Prisses are the smartest of all female types. You're highly perceptive, and confident in your judgements. [Hell yeah!] You'd take brutal honesty over superficiality any time – your friends always know where they stand with you. You're completely unfake. Don't tell me that's not a word. [Technically, it’s not a word. But I’ll let it pass, since I kinda like it.] You're also excellent at redirecting internal negative energy.

These facts indicate people are often intimidated by you. They also fall for you, hard. You have a distant, composed allure that many find irresistible. If only more of them lived up to your standards. [This, my friends, is the very bane of my existence.]

You were probably the last among your friends to have sex. [Not bloody likely.] And the first to pretend that you're pregnant. LOL. [I repeat, not bloody likely.] Though you're inclined to use sex as weapon, at least it's not as one of mass destruction. [As with Iraq, the reports of WMD are highly exaggerated.] You're choosier than most about your partners. [This is code word for “still fuckin’ single.”] A supportive relationship is what you're really after. Whether you know it or not, you need something steady & long-term. And soothing.

Well, there you have it. I don’t know how I’ve lived without this insight for 31 years.

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GRACIAS to dangerspouse for adding me to his favorites list. I don’t know how he even has the strength to read diaries, what with being attacked by vultures and all.

Listening To: NPR
Reading: boring legal crap
Feeling: exasperated . . . weren't you paying attention?

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