Shrillness … mad unholy shrillness … worming through my brainlike a dream from which there is no awaking. The world seems different to me now, so different from the carefree, sunlit world I once knew - terrifying, alien, a soulless emptyness, a nameless hunger, dead-yet-undying, an ancient, malevolent Thing whose smallest horror, were it to be apprehended truly, would blast the mind of the strongest mortal to insensate ash. I try to tell myself that it is just because Oprah and Letterman made up, but I know it is not the case … for it is not the world that has changed, no - it is I! It is that blasphemeous book which my own impish perversity compelled me to read, that hateful manuscript printed out by an ancient 9-pin dot matrix printer of fiendish design, that … that … Krugmanomicon!
How long has it been since first I read those tenebrous pages? A month? A week? An ocean of years? I cannot say, any more than I can say what drove me to translate the rude, low pidgin binary written thereon into some semblence of human ASCII. I have wandered far, since then, ‘neath the dead and uncaring stars, twinkling in bitter malice within the black void of space. I could not escape the shrillness of that book, and, if truth be told, I would not have escaped it if I could. For I am part of the shrillness now, and the shrillness is part of me, for in a world as mad as this one, only the shrill are truly sane! And now I have the book in my hands again - I know not how, nor do I recall my name, and I do not care to remember either - I shall taste this awful shrillness again, and be flung howling and babbling into the void! Behold:
The National Security Council document released this week under the grandiose title "National Strategy for Victory in Iraq" is neither an analytical report nor a policy statement. It's simply the same old talking points - "victory in Iraq is a vital U.S. interest"; "failure is not an option" - repackaged in the style of a slide presentation for a business meeting.
It's an embarrassing piece of work. Yet it's also an important test for the news media. The Bush administration has lost none of its confidence that it can get away with fuzzy math and fuzzy facts - that it won't be called to account for obvious efforts to mislead the public. It's up to journalists to prove that confidence wrong.
Here's an example of how the White House attempts to mislead: the new document assures us that Iraq's economy is doing really well. "Oil production increased from an average of 1.58 million barrels per day in 2003, to an average of 2.25 million barrels per day in 2004." The document goes on to concede a "slight decrease" in production since then.
We're not expected to realize that the daily average for 2003 includes the months just before, during and just after the invasion of Iraq, when its oil industry was basically shut down. As a result, we're not supposed to understand that the real story of Iraq's oil industry is one of unexpected failure: instead of achieving the surge predicted by some of the war's advocates, Iraqi production has rarely matched its prewar level, and has been on a downward trend for the past year.
What about the security situation? During much of 2004, the document tells us: "Fallujah, Najaf, and Samara were under enemy control. Today, these cities are under Iraqi government control."
Najaf was never controlled by the "enemy," if that means the people we're currently fighting. It was briefly controlled by Moktada al-Sadr's Mahdi Army. The United States once vowed to destroy that militia, but these days it's as strong as ever. And according to The New York Times, Mr. Sadr has now become a "kingmaker in Iraqi politics." So what sort of victory did we win, exactly, in Najaf?
Moreover, in what sense is Najaf now under government control? According to The Christian Science Monitor, "Sadr supporters and many Najaf residents say an armed Badr Brigade" - the militia of a Shiite group that opposes Mr. Sadr and his supporters - "still exists as the Najaf police force."
I must stop now, for I feel unwell. I am no mere acolyte in the dark mysteries of shrillness - I have read the black and deranged
Atrios Codex, I have perused the wicked and revolting
Henley Fragments, I once flipped through the Cliff Notes to the poisonous and damnable
Digby Omnibus and ran a mile - but what I read on these old pages fills me with a nameless and bottomless dread. I feel as if the universe I once knew - the sunlight world of rationality, where goodness triumphs and the evil are punished and reason and knowledge are respected - is slipping from my grasp. I feel as if ... as if we were ruled by idiots, idiots and liars, all of us! I cannot take it! I feel as if I shall go ... MAD!!
And now ... what is that sound? ... where is it coming from? ... from inside the walls of my dark study? ... is it inside my head? ... no, I hear it now ... it is coming down through the centuries ... it is clear now, a high, girlish, hysterical voice ... a chanting ... words I have heard before ... OH DEAR GOD IT CANNOT BE!!!
Aaaiii! Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Krugman R'lyeh wagn'nagl fhtagn! Aaaiii!!!! AAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIII!!!1!