Sunday, 08 April 2007
Bill's Nibbles // Open Post -- 2007.04.08
Contributed by Bill Faith

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Some Bill's Bites posts, some things I excerpted and linked but I'm sending you to the original post, some things too short to excerpt and too good to not mention. I occasionally move things from Bill's Nibbles to longer posts as the day goes on.

  • 2007.04.08 Iraq/Surrendercrat Roundup 
    • Radical Cleric Calls on Iraqis to Halt Cooperation With U.S. Military
    • Sadr: It's On
    • Levin: Senate Won't Cut Funding for Troops in Iraq
    • N Z Bear: "It's worse than that, Mickey"
    • Sadr to US troops: Let’s dance
  • Iranian Piracy/Brit Hostage Crisis Post-Mortem -- Day 3
    • The Pirates of Tehran
    • AP Hopes For More Iran "Compromises." And That Unicorns Are Real
    • Kharnival of the Humiliations
    • Successful Strategies Usually Get Repeated
    • Fury as the hostages sell stories
    • Britannia, waive the rules!
    • Iran's bluff humbles Britain
    • UK humiliation in Iran: Kaus asks, Bryan Preston answers
    • Former Hostage, Iran, 1979
  • April 8, 2003
    "Critter" Crittenden: I had fallen asleep to the sound of sporadic tank fire up surrounding streets, but when I woke around 0400, it was because of the din of a great deal of sustained fire up where the Assassins had spent the night, inside the palace complex about a half mile northeast of us. I climbed up on top of the 113 to see if Howison knew what was going on. But he had switched his radio over from Assassins net to Cyclone the day before, and now he couldn’t find Assassins. ...In the middle of our conversation, Tomlinson, who was listening to the radio on his headphones while we talked, told me one of the tanks up on the bridge had spotted someone with binoculars talking into a telephone in a tall building downstream, and they were getting ready to fire. The tall building was the Hotel Palestine, a name I didn’t know at that time although I had laid eyes on it when we rode along the river the day before. ...

Contributed by Bill Faith on April 8, 2007 at 12:02 AM | Permalink

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