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...Bush administration. “You can see the seeds of denial in the previous two [books],” Woodward said, and likened the process of reporting on the war to delivering a “play-by-play” or “peeling the onion.” The lesson, he said, is that “straight reporting works.” Asked whether Bush should be impeached for his conduct of the Iraq war, Woodward said, “I’ll stick to the facts and let others make judgments...
...ONION PEELS RIGHT The Republican National Committee launches America Weakly, a conservative fake- news venture to compete with scads of liberal fake-news ventures. It appears to have imported a magic joke-writing John Birch robot from 1950 to produce most of the copy. Sample horoscope: "Beware of experiencing too much prosperity and wealth; it may result in more burden and commitment to Uncle Sam." Perhaps it's easier to skewer the Federal Government if you actually believe it should exist...
...they dumped it, which happens more often than you think. Last year Fox took The Onion's sketch movie, which has been in development for several years, out behind the studio barn and put it to sleep. They also dumped the $50 million film Stay, starring Ewan McGregor and Naomi Watts, in a few theaters with almost no marketing. Ever wonder where all those old, bad movies suddenly come from when a guy like Ashton Kutcher becomes famous...
...place is crowded, noisy, and only accepts cash, but if you’re willing to brave these inconveniences, the food is definitely worth it. Though not the most romantic spot, many dates head to Bartley’s. Every burger on the menu is good, as are their onion rings and fries. For dessert, drink an Oreo milkshake; it’s expensive, but extremely delicious...
...table, as the cuisine commanded our full attention. General manager Romani describes it as "typical trattoria dishes cooked with a French accent." That accent is relaxed and rural: lunghetti pasta came with anchovies, wild garlic and pistachios, while the thicker taccole noodles glistened in a sauce of red spring onion and baby cuttlefish; stockfish ragout arrived bubbling with Italian sausage and poached salt cod. G. was hunched over a portion of prosciutto generous enough to upholster a Chesterfield when I approached. I only intended a quick hello, but his girlfriend, misinterpreting my postprandial bloat, sweetly asked when the baby...