Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Scott Ritter, Super Genius

Normally, I wouldn't go near Al Jazeera (it's much less melodius than Al Martino), but Major K. spotted Scott Ritter vomiting hate, lies, and hate-filled lies to the network that now has to worry about shoring-up its South American commie demographic. So, naturally, I took a peek.



In the months that have passed since Iraq's much-hyped democratic elections, one word keeps creeping into my mind as I assess the tragic events unfolding in Mesopotamia today: Vietnam.

Betcha $20 Scott can't spell Mesopotamia.

The American press and punditry, intimidated and compensated into slavishly reporting on Iraq solely along lines that will not overly alienate them from the powers that be inside the administration of George Bush, have long ago foregone drawing comparisons between the ongoing conflict in Iraq and the one America lost in Southeast Asia some three decades in the past.



Oh, BTW, it seems Scottie has a thing for little girls. Here's a truism for you: A defective will is not just defective in one way. (Notice how this doesn't seem to bother serial adulterer Rush Limbaugh in the article.)