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"TINK...TINK...SPAT..."



CHENEY: Perception, if you will, that's created because what's newsworthy is the car bomb in Baghdad. It's not all the work that went on that day in 15 other provinces in terms of making progress towards rebuilding Iraq.

It was cold, unoccupied, lifeless; our emptiness traveling in sparsely armored Humvee; jarring and bitter, empty, insensible; our barrenness along side man's unraveling; fatigued, armed and dying.

BUSH: Footage of children playing or shops opening and people resuming their normal lives will never be as dramatic as the footage of an IED explosion. They're capable of blowing up innocent life so it ends up on your TV show.

It lifted the massive durable toward heaven, then bowed, bent and screeching, it fell. Silence- or so it seemed, a moment of solitude in a globe of explosion and volley escalating with the Arab sun.

LAURA INGRAHAM: To do a show from Iraq means to talk to the Iraqi military, to go out with the Iraqi military, to actually have a conversation with the people instead of reporting from hotel balconies about the latest IEDs going off.

The warriors within; patriots, brothers, sisters; one nation spindled through the shell of molten metal’s blazing. A ringing ear comes leisurely near to sounds of lamentation for this; our numbed life’s shrieking.

KURTZ: What do you make of that comment about reporting from hotel balconies?

Tiny fragments of steel rain dropping around our flesh, spattering through horror's fabric, at once soaking it. What? You’re imperceptible! Hush… at first…and then it comes, spraying down upon the executioner’s table! Tiny sounds, “tink…tink…spat…”

LOGAN: Well, I think it's outrageous. …”tink…tink…spat” I have been out with Iraqi security forces over and over again. "tink…tink…spat” And you know what? When Bob Woodruff was out with Iraqi security forces and he was injured, the first thing that people were asking was, oh, was he being responsible by placing himself in this position with Iraqi forces? “tink…tink…spat” And they started to question his responsibility and integrity as a journalist. “tink…tink…spat” I mean, we just can't win. I think it's an outrage to point the finger at journalists and say that this is our fault. I really do. “tink…tink…spat” And I think it shows an abject lack of respect for any journalist that's prepared to come to this country and risk their lives. “tink…tink…spat”

KURTZ: I do want to point out that Laura Ingraham was in Iraq last month for eight days, and that was part of the reason for her appearance.

LOGAN: For eight days.
"tink…tink…spat; this, our faint life’s shrieking..."



© 2006 mrp/thepoetryman

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  1. Thank you, rory... I couldn't get away from the dialogue on this one. It was too important.

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  2. I've looked at this several times today trying to think of something to say more profound than "Great Post Sir!"
    You've left me speechless though my friend.
    Great Post Sir!

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  3. As always, thank you, D. You are a friend...

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