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December 05, 2006

Burned Into My Retinas

NP: Secret Machines, Ten Silver Drops

Okay, it's still too close to lunch to see this particular passage, from a John Dickerson Slate piece on the leaks coming out of the White House:

But these latest disclosures suggest something new. Instead of hearing a senior Pentagon official characterizing Donald Rumsfeld's view, or a retired general finally speaking out, we're seeing classified primary documents that reflect current thinking show up promptly in the press. It's the difference between catching a glimpse of Rumsfeld's ankle and watching him brief in the nude.

Emphasis mine. Because if I'm going to be grossed out by this, you are, too.

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