Because there's no such thing as too much cheese. Unrolling the braciole of consciousness; shaping the meatball of life. Because everything is funny; you just need to view it from the proper angle. Good for cats. Made in Poland. Because everything is like a hat. You know how those gorillas can be... Very unforgiving.

Saturday, October 09, 2004

So I put on my tinfoil hat recently and pick up a promising new book that set out to prove that which we already know: that 1996 the downing of TWA flight 800 was an act of terrorism.

Halfway through the book I'm mostly satisfied that I'm getting new information -- and also a new way to look at already public information. His theory: a bomb, not a missile. Interesting. Not sure if I buy it -- too many people saw missiles that night. But as I plow ahead in the book, I start to notice sloppy logic. Thrown into discussions of grievous FBI failures are backhand swipes at the Bush administration, attacks only marginally arising from the material he's covering. Then I see Richard Clark's name popping up more and more often, with his self-reported acts of pre-9/11 heroism getting lots of favorable slant. I'm catching some serious vibe that the author wishes we'd left Saddam Hussein alone. This book is falling apart.

I don't read books very often. My attention span normally doesn't allow for it. And now to invest time in one just to be jerked around by some Michael Moore wannabe... That's crap.