I prefer to think of it as the Cradle of the Islamic Republic of Iraq. What's more, we're supposed to have severe thunderstorms tonight and the demon-president is back in town. All is not so well.
You know, now I recall that you've met this friend of mine.
I just knew you'd be friends with Beinart, ogged.
Beinart's not nearly as funny as my friend.
I know someone who is friends with Beinart and, boy, is she not funny.
The unfortunate truth is that, by and large, people with their hands on the levers of power are almost always complete tools.
Well, c'mon man, who's you're friend? And for the record, I don't know Beinart.
I'll never tell, but I'll hint you this much: you and another blogger had lunch with him a few months ago.