The devil bowed his head, 'cause he knew that he'd been beat

And he laid that golden fiddle on the ground at Johnny's feet.
Johnny said, "Devil just come on back if you ever want to try again,
"I done told you once you son of a gun I'm the best there's ever been! "

Can I just say that the leaks and counter-leaks and raids and what-not in/involving Iraq, the ones that kind'a point towards open hostility between different factions of our government, are just a wee bit worrying since there is this group called Al Qaeda out there that's sort-of dedicated to our destruction and all? And the whole Iraq deal has been a massive distraction from dealing with them?

Unless groups in the gov'mint that I don't know about are doing things I don't want to know about while going about preventing attacks and dismantling the group, in which case, um, that's probably the best way to go about it, actually.

Meanwhile, in that one country we pre-emtively invaded for no particular reason, Baghdad Burning/River writes:

I always enjoy a good Chalabi interview. His answers to questions are always so completely antagonistic to Iraqi public opinion that the whole thing makes a delightful show- rather like a vicious Chihuahua in the midst of a dozen bulldogs. There were several amusing moments during the interview. He kept waving around his arms and made numerous flourishing movements with his hands to emphasize some key points. A few interesting things I noted about the interview: he was suddenly using the word 'occupation'. During past interviews, he would never use the word 'occupation'. He used to insist on calling the invading army et al. 'coalition' and the whole fiasco was persistently labeled a 'liberation' by him and his cronies.

Hope he's enjoyed his brief return to the place, because it sounds like he's about to get run out the place again. If he's lucky.

Had lunch at the local(ish) Cosi with The GhettoFabulous Jessica. She disrespected their bar, which, as a lush, I suppose she has some credibility to do, but still. . . never mind.

We did decide (which may be too strong a word) to go to the local(ish) Ren Faire. The mere fact that neither of us knows when it is or where it's held means nothing.

She has the hat.

I'll. . . wear one of the less obnoxious black t-shirts, I suppose.