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| Wash Post Ignores kerry's Cambodia Statements while blaming TruthSwiths |
| 2004-08-12 |
| EFL "... But a new assault on Mr. Kerry -- in an ad by a group calling itself Swift Boat Veterans for Truth and in a new book -- crosses the line [if he is a liar, then calling him a liar isn't crossing a line] in branding Mr. Kerry a coward and a liar...." I also noticed that the New Republic urges Kerry to sue the TruthSwiths without acknowledging Kerry's two decades of mistatements about Cambodia . |
| Posted by:mhw |
| #5 Kerry's Cabal is in full panic. That New Republic fellow must have "issues" Washington Post is just accepting Kerry's explanation without checking further. Modern journalism as taught by the PRAVDA SCHOOL OF PROPAGANDA |
| Posted by: BigEd 2004-08-12 14:01 |
| #4 ROFLAMO!!! Perfection. Pure Perfection. And fuck WaPo, TNR, et all - whores. |
| Posted by: .com 2004-08-12 09:26 |
| #3 From Powerline: Today's message from Russ Vaughn is such a message. Russ served in the 2d Battalion, 327th Parachute Infantry Regiment, 101st Airborne Division in Vietnam in 1965-66. Russ's message is in the form of a poem entitled "The Night Before Christmas (Cambodian version)," and it's special: 'Twas the night before Christmas and we were afloat Somewhere in Cambodia in our little boat. While the river was lighted by rockets' red glare No one but the President knew we were there. The crew was all nestled deep down in their bunks, While the Spook and I watched the sampans and junks. Our mission was secret, so secret in fact, No one else would remember it when we got back. When out on the water there arose such a clatter I leaped down from the bridge to see what was the matter. The incoming friendly was starting to flash And I knew that the ARVN's were having a bash. The snap of friendly fire on the warm tropic air Convinced me for sure no one knew we were there, On a clandestine mission so secret it's true That I'm still convinced only Tricky Dick knew. While I huddled for safety in the tub on the bow, I thought of a title, "Apocalypse Now." To give to the films I was I making each day To show all the voters when I made my big play. As I sat there sweating in my lucky flight jacket, Spook said, "Merry Christmas!" and tossed me a packet. And what to my wondering eyes did appear, But a new lucky cap, which I still have right here. I keep it tucked here, in this leather brief case, Just sharing with the press its secretive place As I regale them again with my senate refrain, That Christmas in Cambodia is seared into my brain. Don't bother to quibble with history my friend, By pointing out Johnson was President then. Don't listen to Swiftees who try to explain, For I tell you that night is seared into my brain. Down Hibbard, down Lonsdale, and you too O'Neill, So you don't remember? Well it's something I feel. I don't need all you Swiftvets to support my campaign, 'Cause Christmas in Cambodia is seared into my brain, Into my brain, into my brain, into my brain... |
| Posted by: Frank G 2004-08-12 09:07 |
| #2 Don't forget about the magic hat he received from the CIA guy he dropped off on a different trip into Cambodia. He carries this thing around in his brief case. I wonder if we're supposed to believe in the tooth fairy too. Maybe we could call it Fairies for Kerry... |
| Posted by: Douglas De Bono 2004-08-12 09:04 |
| #1 I should have given the link to the New Republic piece. It is: http://www.tnr.com/doc.mhtml?i=express&s=baer081104 |
| Posted by: mhw 2004-08-12 08:53 |