Meanwhile, in the present, Bush spanks Rummy hard over the whole torture/rape/abuse/electrocution/panties Iraq scandal. I can hear it now. "How on earth did you let this come out? And why didn't I know it was coming out before it was in the press? Goddammit, how are we supposed to orchestrate a cover up. Find someone who's wife is a CIA agent and out them now!"
But back in Lynndie England's home town trailer park everyone's kinda stumped as to why everyone's so pissed at her and those other soldiers for fucking with the Iraqis. After all, "We went there to help the jackasses and they started blowing us up. Lynndie didn't kill 'em, she didn't cut 'em up. She should have shot some of the suckers." Warms your hometown, good ol' American pride, don't it?
Shockingly though, Bush has apologized. Apparently, he did read my blog post a few months ago, pointing out that the administration has never apologized about anything.
Now, here's a brainfuck for you though. Digital cameras made this whole thing possible. Seriously, would someone have snapped those shots if they knew someone else, someone they didn't know perhaps, was going to be processing that film? Probably not. Even if you did, that's not the sort of thing you keep negatives of. So there would have been a finite set of hard copies, easily controlled. But because you had a team of drunk yahoos with a digicam... well now. No one has to know what's on your camera, do they? You have control over those photos from start to finish. Until of course, you show them to someone who doesn't condone perhaps? Who cajoles copies from you, and sends them to the press? I mean... you can copy a digital photo all you want. A real one... well, unless you intend to visit the photo place, you've got a fixed number.