Nothing that is so, is so.

Parody is dead

Apparantly, Rumsfeld did not (despite everyone's memory, and the videotape, audiotape, transcriptions and digital recordings saying otherwise) advocate the invasion of Iraq.

Well held out, i' faith! No, I do not know you; nor I am not sent to you by my lady, to bid you come speak with her; nor your name is not Master Cesario; nor this is not my nose neither. Nothing that is so is so.

In the next episode, we hear how no-one ever really believed Ahmed Chalabi, either. (Just so's you know, he's a Deputy Prime Minister of Iraq, and the Minister for Oil now. No bad deed goes unrewarded.)


Now that you grok that black is white, and are in danger of being killed on the next zebra crossing, read this. Oh, and this, as well.

Just like with Amanda Vanstone and the Department of fscking with people's lives Immigration, it seems all the underlings were busily and cunningly undermining the Noble, Long-Suffering, Demigods of Patience and Virtue who are the people ostensibly in charge.



And, in a stunning display of projection, the Right accuses the Left of re-writing history!
Parody is not only dead, it is in its grave, strapped to a dynamo and generating electricity. And Eric Blair is grimacing from on high.