Wank-on

Fred Hiatt, he's still an incredibly enabling asshole.

The McCain-Lieberman maximum "fantasy surge" (50 to 60 thousand troops for two years) is "a serious argument, and the two senators have been principled and even courageous in making it."

Yeah -- something they know has not a fucking chance of ever occurring at the levels they urge, so that the ultimate failure Bush's War cannot be blamed on them -- THAT'S FUCKING BRAVE!

But it reminds me of yet the multitude of other occasions in the last decade which have seen Fred Hiatt ALWAYS BE WRONG. Such as this post from March 2006 (slightly modified because imageshack lost a picture):

Let us look at this piffle from the "enabler" page of the Washington Post -- and no, I'm not talking about Richard Cohen's "My Space" page:

PRESIDENT BUSH should hold more news conferences. In his hour-long exchange with reporters at the White House yesterday, he was considerably more effective in explaining and defending his commitment to the war in Iraq than in the three carefully worded speeches he has delivered in the past week.


In his sometimes blunt, sometimes joking and sometimes unpolished way, he sounded authentic...


...Mr. Bush, however, hasn't lost sight of the stakes...


...But the president clearly has not lost sight of the enormous importance of the Iraqi mission, to U.S. security as well as to his presidency...


...Pressed repeatedly to say when American forces would leave the country entirely, he finally answered: "That will be decided by future presidents and future governments of Iraq."

Not the most politic response, perhaps, but one that shows Mr. Bush remains committed in the theater where U.S. commitment, and leadership, are still desperately needed.

And now a musical salute to Fred Hiatt and all the other war cheerleaders that have been wrong, wrong, and still wrong for more than four fucking years.

(To You'll Never Walk Alone)

When you cheer
For a war
Let your Freak Flag Fly

And don't be afraid
Of the snark.

At the start of the war
Is a golden Sky
And the sweet one-cheek sneak
Of a fart.

Wank on
Through the truth,

Wank on
Without blame,

Tho' your claims
Be false 'n overblown.
Wank on,
Wank on with a HOPE
In your Heart

And you'll never
Wank alone,

You'll never,
Ever wank alone.