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...Like this could sneak into a GnR Greatest Hits album and no one would notice. It starts with a sweet little wail about how a woman has changed to be no good. Then, to resolve this matter, he says he's "gonna call the President/ gonna call a private eye/ gonna get the IRS/ gonna need the FBI," which I can't get out of my head. It interrupts its super-rockingness with little bits of mellowness to keep me interested, and then some weird named guitarist rocks out and Axl's right back to calling the President. I play...
...state of the Iraq war, as it lurches into its sixth hot summer, is in the eye of the beholder. That much is clear from the release this week of a pair of U.S. government reports that offer dueling assessments of the situation in Iraq - a glass-half-empty version from the Government Accountability Office (GAO) and a glass-half-full account from (surprise!) the Pentagon...
...having a not-so-secret affair on his political spouse of the past four decades. The Connecticut Senator - now an Independent, but until 2006 a staunch Democrat, married to the party - is not just campaigning for presumptive Republican nominee John McCain; he is, to even the most objective eye, in a deep state of rapture...
...McCain camp. While it is true that Culvahouse has done work for Fannie Mae and Lockheed Martin, he is also one of the few Republicans in Washington that Democrats trust, and even turn to for help because of his sound political and legal judgment. But by putting a bulls-eye on the venerated attorney, Obama's aides made it harder on themselves to hire anyone with Washington experience as they ramp up through the summer. Anyone with any federal pleaders as clients, they were suggesting, will be fair game. The Culvahouse gambit is similar to the foolish campaign promise Bill...
...quarry. So we circled for a while--until another agent radioed for help in finding a nefarious red car in the vicinity of a nearby crossroads. Dart banked toward the dusty village to perform a census of red vehicles. As the pilot headed back toward the thicket, his sharp eye spotted a flash of silver under some trees in a dry wash. Turning for a closer look, he found a clean, late-model sedan, slightly askew, apparently left in haste. Barely 10 a.m., yet it seemed the entire sector--a classic Western landscape of rimrock, saguaro and sage--was already...