My sources intercepted a final dispatch sent by Moammar Gaddafi to his friend and fellow war criminal Dick Cheney right before the rebels caught up with him:
Dear Dick,
It looks as if the sand fleas will feast on me after all, and I suppose this is a good thing, under the circumstances. My Amazons have deserted me. I’m down to my last pinch of pharmaceutical meth, and sub-Saharan crank does not cut it, any more than this third-rate kif from Timbuktu…
Yesterday at a fast-food eatery, I remembered how quickly 9/11 became a device for lulling Americans into swallowing lies about costly, undeclared wars…
The mainstream media are shrugging at Lawrence Wilkerson, Colin Powell’s former chief of staff, who has started an interesting campaign to bring Dick Cheney to justice for war crimes…
My Michael Jacksonian compound was breached, and my precious photos of Leezza were stolen and defiled by marauding desert rats. Can you get me a book contract?
It’s good to see something by Nat Hentoff, who wrote for Village Voice when it was worth reading and is still fighting the good fight against people in powerful positions who violate the law of the land.
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