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...That Smell You can smell it as soon as you open that virtual door. You can't quite put your finger on it, but there's something heavy and sickly-sweet in the air tonight; it clings closely to the ground, as if desperately trying to escape attention. Too late. Someone didn't hide the bodies too well, and the blogbarians are out in force. Rumors of a program that was shut down just as Dubya was taking office; a data mining program that had already identified one or more of the 9/11 bombers. Rumors of extensive Iraqi terror activities in Germany, where the 9/11 bombers were based out of. ...rumors that, if true, make Sandy Berger's sock stuffing expedition a lot more sane and sensible. If you're going venture out into the blogosphere to do a little blog-hopping tonight, you might want to wear your side arm. It's going to get messy real soon. Some Required Reading: Posted by Michael at August 13, 2005 01:02 AM |
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