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Tuesday, July 28, 2009
I guess this is why "The Best Defense" is so popular
Same topic, and sad conclusion, in Malcolm Gladwell's "Cocksure" article in last week's New Yorker: http://www.newyorker.com/reporting/2009/07/27/090727fa_fact_gladwell?yrail
King David was bent down low For the author of "Fiasco" -- "Pucker up and kiss my four-star white ass "Learn the real meaning of declasse, "And then save your lips for Ray Odierno."
They say not much money is made from a book, Even the volume penned by a crook Stealing the memories of our dead, Bastards who bled out from the head And the rigor that rattled and shook.
Oh, SNLII, I think that Tom is swell! Quit it with your "War is Hell." That's a tired, morbid cliche, The DC pundits should rule our day! Just don't tell Bernie Finel.
Ricks is the strutting cock, Preaching to a converted flock, "This is what we did and won, "Forget the flesh bought by the ton "And my addiction to sniffing jock."
It could be so very much worse, Friedman could be driving the hearse Of bad punditry and worse reporting, All the facts that need distorting, And none of it coffined in verse.
And so SNLII returns to his toil, His anger remaining at full boil, Leaving the Two Toms to their sycophants, The copy they read really a death dance For all my buddies dead for oil.
But these words of mine form dime groups Around the truth they loop their hoops, Each shot -- one killing of bluster or pride, Simplification is how the Toms lied, And left us to parse honesty from their scoops
Each man who died got a Purple Heart A Bronze Star and a chance to start, Down the tarmac for AFB Dover, Then six feet under in the clover, And, yes, the twin Toms played their part.
The Two Toms loom like twin skyscrapers, "Fiasco" and Times' columns their capers, Those dying too far below, Suffer punditry the Toms bestow, And print blood red on Toms' butcher papers.
Same topic, and sad conclusion, in Malcolm Gladwell's "Cocksure" article in last week's New Yorker:
ReplyDeletehttp://www.newyorker.com/reporting/2009/07/27/090727fa_fact_gladwell?yrail
King David was bent down low
ReplyDeleteFor the author of "Fiasco" --
"Pucker up and kiss my four-star white ass
"Learn the real meaning of declasse,
"And then save your lips for Ray Odierno."
SNLII
They say not much money is made from a book,
ReplyDeleteEven the volume penned by a crook
Stealing the memories of our dead,
Bastards who bled out from the head
And the rigor that rattled and shook.
SNLII
Oh, SNLII, I think that Tom is swell!
ReplyDeleteQuit it with your "War is Hell."
That's a tired, morbid cliche,
The DC pundits should rule our day!
Just don't tell Bernie Finel.
http://www.americansecurityproject.org/theflashpointblog/bernard-finel/2
009/07/28/tom-ricks-and-coin/
SNLII
Ricks is the strutting cock,
ReplyDeletePreaching to a converted flock,
"This is what we did and won,
"Forget the flesh bought by the ton
"And my addiction to sniffing jock."
SNLII
It could be so very much worse,
ReplyDeleteFriedman could be driving the hearse
Of bad punditry and worse reporting,
All the facts that need distorting,
And none of it coffined in verse.
SNLII
And so SNLII returns to his toil,
ReplyDeleteHis anger remaining at full boil,
Leaving the Two Toms to their sycophants,
The copy they read really a death dance
For all my buddies dead for oil.
SNLII
But these words of mine form dime groups
ReplyDeleteAround the truth they loop their hoops,
Each shot -- one killing of bluster or pride,
Simplification is how the Toms lied,
And left us to parse honesty from their scoops
SNLII
Each man who died got a Purple Heart
ReplyDeleteA Bronze Star and a chance to start,
Down the tarmac for AFB Dover,
Then six feet under in the clover,
And, yes, the twin Toms played their part.
SNLII
The Two Toms loom like twin skyscrapers,
ReplyDelete"Fiasco" and Times' columns their capers,
Those dying too far below,
Suffer punditry the Toms bestow,
And print blood red on Toms' butcher papers.
SNLII