Impressions, My Ass

Beware the new Talking Points concerning the Downing Street Memo. I started hearing it yesterday on one of the news shows. The Right Wing Nutjobs are using the key word "impressions" in their attempt to distance reality from Dumbya. First their minutes, then their impressions. Minutes are not impressions.

Two days later nearly identical language would be recorded in the so-called "Downing Street Memo," the minutes of a British cabinet meeting recorded by foreign-policy aide Matthew Rycroft and published “gotcha!” style days before the recent parliamentary election.

Of course, the memo simply contains the impressions of an aide of the impressions of British-cabinet officials of the impressions of unnamed people they spoke to in the United States about what they thought the president was thinking. It is sad when hearsay thrice-removed raises this kind of ruckus, especially since a version had been reported three years ago. As smoking guns go, it is not high caliber.

COUGH COUGH (bull) COUGH COUGH (shit).