From an article in Time magazine:

""Fuck Saddam. We're taking him out." Those were the words of President George W. Bush, who had poked his head into the office of National Security Adviser Condoleezza Rice. It was March 2002, and Rice was meeting with three U.S. Senators, discussing how to deal with Iraq through the United Nations, or perhaps in a coalition with America's Middle East allies. Bush wasn't interested. He waved his hand dismissively, recalls a participant, and neatly summed up his Iraq policy in that short phrase. The Senators laughed uncomfortably; Rice flashed a knowing smile. The President left the room."

Note the date. 2002, not 2003.

Which means Bush has been lying for 51 of the last 52 weeks, with his whole, We-haven't-made-a-final-decision line.

But it mostly shows my previous post was not rhetorical hyperbole.

One of the folks whose LJ I've been reading went and disabled comments on all their posts. Which I didn't even know one could do, though I'm not surprised.

On the other hand, if they fear so much the possibility of my commenting on their ideas they won't even allow it to happen... Well. Clearly it's time to read fewer LJs, and not impose my odious presence on their private chamber. {sounds of keys tapping as hal edits his "friends" list}

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Having said that, though, I'm reminded of my friend John Hertz' injunction to spend more time praising the light than cursing the darkness. Not that you could tell from my current events posts, true, but that's because John is a better person than I.

But I was pleased to see in my mailbox last night a card from the Atelier 31 gallery in Pioneer Square announcing that who_is_she is having a group show opening on Wednesday, 2 April, from 6pm-8pm. Seattlelites in the sound of my voice should go. (I can't because I have my SQL Server class that night. But still.)