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Posted by s.z. on September 29th, 2006

Hmmm, it seems that Michelle Malkin is fit to be tied (so to speak) because Wonkette/Gawker posted an (allegedly) Photoshopped pic of Michelle’s head wearing a bikinied body, and said that it was allegedly a photo of Michelle. Allegedly.

While the Gawker seems to find the whole contretemps rather amusing (as do I – but then, I’m going to hell), Ace of Spades is urging Michelle to sue, since it’s apparently illegal to jokingly state that an alleged photo of Michelle in a swimsuit was found on the Internet, and then to facetiously claim that said image proves that Michelle should stop obsessing about the perceived skankitude of other women.

So, I am taking a big risk by posting this clearly Photoshopped photo which allegedly depicts Ms. Malkin, and which further alleges that she wrote a book. And while this second claim sounds highly suspect to me, knowing what is alleged about husband Jesse’s contribution to her oeuvre, I’m still going to go out on a limb and say that if the photo is really of Michelle, it’s a damned shame.

I’m Back (And I Brought You Some Swank)!

Posted by s.z. on September 29th, 2006

First, I want to thank everyone for the birthday greetings, kind thoughts, and well wishes. You people are the greatest! And I wish to extend special thanks to Scott for keeping the place running, for the lovely birthday tribute, and for forging the note excusing my absence.  I know I speak for Spike TV’s targeted demographic group when I say that Scott is a very talented guy.  And a good friend. Oh, and a big Wo’C bushel of thanks and wingnuts to Anntichrist Coulter for the lovely Social Security-related birthday card and for the movies, which look great  And by “great,” I mean, “really crappy, but in a an amusingly mockable way.”)

Seriously, it’s been a trying fortnight, and I want to thank you all for your forbearance.   Later I might share with you some amusing complaints and whining about my experiences, but only if I can’t think of anything better to write about.  For although I have spent some days (not quite 40, but enough) in the wilderness, I really  don’t have any hard-won wisdom to impart.

Well, I guess I could tell you cautionary tales about war, pestilence, power failures, a kitten with explosive diarrhea, and a puppy who ate the vacuum cleaner cord, but you probably already know that war is hell, pestilence is icky, power failures are a pain, and kittens and puppies are evil, EEEEVIL!

So, instead, here are some bits o’ wisdom I culled from the Internet.  First, here’s the story of the building that symbolizes U.S. stabilizing efforts in Iraq:

Plumbing Problems at Iraq Site Spur Wider Contractor Review

A special inspector general said Thursday that he planned to review all of the Iraq building projects overseen by Pasadena’s Parsons Corp. in the wake of severe plumbing problems that have surfaced at Baghdad’s new police academy […], a $75-million project that is considered to be a symbol of U.S. efforts to help reestablish peace and security in Iraq. 

[An audit] found that inferior plumbing techniques, methods and materials were causing a continual spread of water and human waste throughout the three-story buildings, from the top floor to the ground floor.

“For example, we witnessed a light fixture so full of diluted urine and feces that it would not operate,” the auditors said in the report, which included photographs of the malfunctioning light and stained ceiling tiles.

“As we continued our assessment throughout the second-floor bathroom, we identified evidence of large quantities of diluted urine dripping from the top floor down through the ceiling. The urine was so pervasive that it had permanently stained the ceiling tiles.”

Yes, let us indeed consider that building to be a symbol of U.S. efforts to help reestablish peace and security in Iraq.  Geez, who knew that war profiteering could be so full of parables and stuff?

(BTW, Parsons has only received a billion so far for their 14 Iraqi projects, only 13 of which have been found to be shoddy, so I guess we could cut them some slack.)


Now, Rep. Mark Souder will make us understand something important about James Dobson (oddly enough, this report comes to us courtesy of Focus on the Family’s CitizenLink).

Rep. Mark Souder, R-Ind […] said it is important for people to understand something about Dr. Dobson.

“When Dr. Dobson speaks out, he takes the hits and bullets for all of us,” Souder said. “He becomes the easy punching bag. And when someone sees trends changing or they want to pick on somebody, by Dr. Dobson becoming a public figure and taking the lead, he will get the criticism, but he’s really taking it for everybody.”

Yes, James Dobson died for your sins. 

And in related news, Fox Faith announced they are starting production on a new film entitled The Passion of the Dobson, starring Larry Hagman as Dr. Dobson, Dick Armey as Judas, Bill O’Reilly as Petey the Christmas Warrior, and Mel Gibson as Shylock.


And lastly, here’s our Daily Swank:

What The Heck If Muslims Blow Us Up?

In these days of desperation when Isalmics don’t read nor hear free national leaders — intent are Muslims in slaughter and lay waste — it appears some sort of End is near.

Therefore, those webmasters who are cowardly and so won’t post the truth, coward on.  And those political leaders, who are more interested in their skins, skin on.  And those preachers who are not worth their pulpits, pulpit on.

Judgement Day awaits us all.

I think that Pastor Swank has given us all something to ponder. 

But for now, let us all skin on.  After all, tomorrow is another day — and I may just make it back then, if the good Lord is willing and the End doesn’t come before then.  But in any case, thanks for your continued support.  I really appreciate you all!



Please Stand By…

Posted by scott on September 27th, 2006

Sorry for our poor attendance record around here lately.  As usual, s.z. has a good excuse for her absence, while I have a crappy, selfish one, delivered via a badly forged note.

As s.z. has mentioned in the past, she has a chronic medical condition that, when active, leaves her exhausted and in a good deal of pain.  And unfortunately, the Condition has been in full swing for the last couple of weeks, which means she’s been getting only a couple hours of sleep a night (and none at all the other night, when Zigra was rocketing from one end of the house to the other, propelled by a recordbreaking bout of explosive diarrehea).  Despite being literally sick and tired, when her church asked that she assume the burden of visiting and taking meals to a local woman suffering from breast cancer, she unhesitatingly agreed.

And as the delightful cherry on top of that cake, her computer also seems to have developed a chronic medical condition, and invariably flatlines the instant it’s hooked up to the Internet.  So s.z. hasn’t been able to log on long enough to read the blog, let alone post, but she was deeply touched when I told her about all of the birthday greetings and offers of penis enlargement that were left in the comments, and wanted me to convey her thanks to everyone.

I, on the other hand, have not been busy comforting the sick, nor have I been cleaning up after a cat that treats the living room walls the way Jackson Pollock would treat a canvas if he were a German scat fetishist who’d just eaten a bad plate of  Schneckensuepple. I’m just buried with work at the moment — pages due (actually, overdue) Thursday on a commissioned script, and on Friday I’ve got a pitch meeting at Spike TV.  (I’ve retooled my Regency-era drama, Of Pantaloons and Popinjays to better appeal to Spike’s demographic by adding more action — in the pilot, the third act climaxes with a scuffle outside Westminster Abbey over the issue of trousers versus knee-britches.  At the moment, it’s mostly gout-ridden, middle-aged men knocking each other’s wigs askew with walking sticks, but I’m hoping to work in a sword cane; I figure that would make the series the perfect lead-in to UFC Ultimate Fight Night.)

Anyway, sorry for the echoey, sepulchral-like quality of the place.  We’re hoping things will start getting back to normal next week.  And in the meantime, thanks for your patience.

And The Envelope, Please…

Posted by scott on September 21st, 2006

A heartfelt thanks to all who participated in Customer Appreciation Day, by suggesting motion pictures deserving of the treatment.  While s.z. is still winnowing down the finalists, a painstaking process that involves taking the list of four or five crappy movies I gave her and seeing what’s on the shelf at Blockbuster the next time she drops by, I am prepared to announce my own selection:

It’s The Batman, a 1943 Columbia serial suggested by Happenstance (the Wo’C reader, not the synonym for coincidence).  I propose to do one episode a week of this groundbreaking chapterplay until we’re all sick of it.  And why, I hear you ask?  Because we’re at WAR, that’s why!  Our leaders, from the Secretary of Defense all the way up to the Commander-in-Chief himself have declared that we are facing an enemy every bit as deadly, cunning, and dangerous as Nazi Germany and Imperial Japan.  Some may scoff at this analogy, claiming disingenuously that during the Second World War, we were facing expansionist states organized for war on a national level, and possessing formidable militaries with manpower resources numbering in the millions, rather than a few thousand loosely organized extremists with no permanent address.

But these are mere details, and as our performance in the Iraq War has demonstrated, execution is far less important than intention.  While the tools employed by the Axis (tanks, battleships, bombers, massed infantry, etc.) differed from those of Al Qaeda (box cutters), their motivations were identical:  Just like Osama bin Laden, the Nazis and the Japanese hated us for our freedoms.  They detested America for our free and open democratic institutions, like, oh, say, the Poll Tax.  They hated Britain for the traditional rights and liberties enjoyed by her subjects, except for the ones who lived in her vast colonial possessions.  And of course, the way Stalin handed out freedom in the Soviet Union like Rockefeller passing out dimes to urchins really got them steamed. So it’s clear we’re fighting the exact same enemies our grandparents faced in the 1940s.  Back then, we had universal conscription, industrial mobilization, tax increases, war bonds, rationing, and a President who could kindle within our breasts a spirit of unanimity and self-sacrifice.  Today we have a guy who tells us to shut up and shop, so clearly, we’re getting the better part of the deal (I think back to my grandparents saving bacon grease and planting victory gardens and can’t believe what saps they were).  But there is one vital fascist-fighting weapon from the 1940s that we lack:  Superheroes. Back in World War II, the U.S. was awash in patriotic, Axis-bashing freaks:  Superman, Captain America, Wonder Woman, and of course, The Batman.  It is our hope that by carefully examining this docudrama, made during the height of the war, President Bush may be inspired to call upon America’s confirmed bachelors to don union suits and ill-fitting felt hoods, and gad about with downy-cheeked teen boys in the cause of freedom.  The War Against Islamofascism deserves no less. The Batman (1943)  Directed by Lambert Hillyer Written by Victor McLeod, Leslie Swabacker, Harry Fraser (screenplay) Bob Kane (character)We open in a subterranean chamber, “hewn from the living rock of the mountain” below Wayne Manor.  The Batman is “clad in the somber costume that has struck terror in the hearts of many a swaggering denizen of the underworld,” although it looks like his ears weren’t taped up properly, and is sitting at a nice executive-style desk, with a guest chair off to the side (last used when Robin was called in for his annual review).  The Batman sits with his elbows on the desk, his chin cradled in his hands, just dreamin’.  Meanwhile, one of those collapsible crepe bats you get at Target around Halloween has gotten tangled in the ceiling fan, and is lethargically circling the Dark Knight’s head.Cut to scenes of the Batman engaging in fisticuffs with men in business suits.  Far from striking terror, however, his more outré ensemble seems to prove that when roughhousing with dapper thugs, a cape just gets in the way.  It’s like trying to perform open-heart surgery on a man who stubbornly refuses to remove his lobster bib.The Dynamic Duo call the Gotham City police to pick up a couple of mobsters they’ve just nabbed.  When the cops arrive, they find the pair handcuffed to a lamppost, with tiny bats drawn on their foreheads.  The detectives are baffled, but Captain Arnold deduces that the Batman is either secretly Charles Manson, or the mark is just there to let any Indian Flying Foxes know that the thugs are already married. (more…)

Savage Weiner versus Lesbian Fascists!

Posted by scott on September 19th, 2006

Radio talk show host Michael Savage (née Weiner) performed a public service last Wednesday, and I would just like to take a moment to salute this great American, for identifying yet another in the ever growing list of -fascisms we face today.  Blogfascism, Islamofascism, and actual fascism has now been joined by perhaps the most pernicious, subversive, yet totally HOT version yet:  Lesbian Fascism.

Via Media Matters, we see that on his September 13th program, Weiner-Savage attacked Rosie O’Donnell’s remarks about “radical Christianity” by stating, “[o]nly if you’re insane and you want to die would you promote this kind of lesbian fascism.”

Some well-intentioned but misguided people might pepper Savage with follow-up questions, such as, “WTF?”  But any fair-minded observer would have to concede that daytime TV lesbians model the defining characteristics of fascism just as rigorously as do their brothers in armed struggle, the Islamic extremists.  For instance, anyone who has ever knocked back an Anchor Steam at Cattyshack in Brooklyn knows that the conversation is invariably dominated by an obsession with national security, and the urgent necessity to entwine religion and government.  At a recent Lambda Legal event honoring Martina Navratilova, the cocktail swilling bulldykes were all abuzz over the importance of suppressing labor, while protecting corporate perogatives.  And when it comes to disdain for intellectuals and the arts, and the vital need to secure the supremacy of the military, back off boys!  The Sappho-fascists are large and in-charge.

As many of you know, the major thing about the blogsphere that I detest is its Orwellian tendency to divorce words from their meaning, so I’d just like to thank Mr. Savage for his scrupulous adherence to lexicological integrity.  Oh, and for seriously spiking the sales of old movies.

Stop Me Before I Spoil “Heroes”!

Posted by scott on September 19th, 2006

The call went out from Burbank:  “Whip me up a ripoff of X-Men, except make one of them a stripper and toss in a bunch’a random foreigners so we’ll have some implied tits and more ethnic cuisine in the catering tent!”

And so it was.

I was given a screener of the new NBC series and told to watch it by my agent, apparently because I failed to get him flowers and take him out to a liquid lunch at Applebee’s for Agent’s Day, and he’s feeling a tad bitter.  Seemed a bit harsh to me, but mea culpa, so I removed it from the DVD case with a pair of ice tongs last night and gingerly inserted it in the Sony.

I won’t spoil it for you (okay, I will), but before I do, let me just say that while Heroes was far from the worst thing I’ve ever sat through, it repaid my time and effort a thousand fold with what is unquestionably the second most unintentionally hilarious moment in television history (the first being Tucker Carlson’s Quina Mambo shirt on Dancing with the Stars).

Spoiler below the photo.



Posted by scott on September 12th, 2006

Today we pause to mark the birth of a woman of brilliance, approaching genius (steathily, from downwind, so she can suddenly leap up out of nowhere, seize genius’ face and declare, “Got your nose!”).

As anyone who’s spent time at Wo’C knows, s.z.’s is a unique voice: witty, insightful, ironical, but never petty or mean-spirited.  Her kindness, empathy, generosity, and integrity have meant more to me over the years than I can say, and I feel both proud and privileged to call her friend.  (I’m less proud of the time I called her “Bilbo,” but that was a simple, honest mistake involving two bottles of Jaegermeister, some Wet Naps, and a Leonard Nimoy bootleg and it could’ve happened to anybody.)

Her unfailing sympathy for the powerless and the disadvanged among us is a testimony to her huge heart and tremendous decency, just as the vomit, poop, and hairballs decorating her once pristine home is evidence that her head periodically turns into a giant sucker.

The fact that s.z.’s acute intelligence (and intelligence training) has allowed her to expose many a wingnut prevarication has helped to make the blogosphere a slightly less hospitable place for lies, smears, and distortions.  And though she rarely alludes to it, it should be noted that during her years of government service, she did more to actually protect and promote the national security of the United States than all the windy, vainglorious words ever pecked out by the likes of Max Boot, V.D. Hansen, Instapundit, the Powerclowns, Ralph Peters, Hugh Hewitt, and the sum total of Townhall combined.  (However, in all fairness, it should also be noted that the staff of NRO has been much more effective in promoting the sales of Funyuns and Japanese schoolgirl porn.)

I tried to think of a proper way to repay s.z. for all the snarky goodness she’s provided us over the last two-years-and-counting, but this is the best I could do.  So it is in a spirit of tremulous humility that I offer you a treasured Presidential heirloom:  the very same teddy bear that Barbara Bush gave her son George when he was a wee tot of 24, and though the gift dates to a time when he was young and foolish, still, the future president seems to have gleaned many valuable life lessons from it.  He also seems to have spilled a lot of beer and cocaine on it, so you might want to give it a few squirts of Resolve before letting Yodie and Flossie rip its farting guts out.

Happy birthday, Sheri.

A Man of Brilliance Approaching to Genius

Posted by s.z. on September 9th, 2006

And speaking of people with mental disorders, Mona Charen wrote a piece proclaiming that President Bush has gotten his groove back (in that he gave a couple of speeches in which he didn’t talk about putting food on your children, but instead focused on his speciality: terra). 

She adds that if he can keep this up, he could raise his approval rating to a sum that could be expressed using positive numbers for a change:

There is every reason to suppose that if President Bush can hold on to the momentum he is currently establishing, his approval ratings should markedly improve. Here are just a few reasons: 1) Terror. The exposure and disruption of the London plot reminds Americans that our enemies are ceaselessly planning atrocities and that strong leadership in the war on terror remains the first priority for government.

Yup, terror is good for the President – not that you should thereby assume that this plot in London was over-hyped or anything. No siree!

2) The revelation that Richard Armitage leaked Valerie Plame’s name has blown to smithereens the Democrat/MSM fable about a White House conspiracy to “out” her in retaliation for her husband’s activism.

And that report about Karl Rove calling reporters to say that innocent CIA officer Valerie Plame was “fair game”? Well, that was blown to smithereens too, by osmosis.

Wilson stands revealed as a liar. There was no crime. Judith Miller spent weeks in jail, and Lewis Libby faces trial — all because the media hyped the false allegations of a publicity-seeking liar. The president should mention this in his next speech.

Yes, the President should say, “Judith Miller had no choice but to stonewall a criminal investigation, because that darned media hype made her do it. Lewis Libby was forced to lie to investigators because of the evils of media hype. They can not be faulted in any way for their actions, in that if the investigation hadn’t started, they wouldn’t have been guilty of these particular crimes. I’m pretty sure that media hype and/or federal investigations were also responsible for the crimes of Ken Lay, Tom Delay, and Warren Jeffs. So, if you are ever accused of anything, blame it on media hype – and if you get away with it, remember that your old friend George Bush, from the Party of Personal Responsiblity, is the one who tipped you off to this great defense.”

3) Gas prices are coming down […]

4) The economy is doing extremely well […]

6) The hurricane season was unexpectedly mild.

Personally, whenever I see that gas now costs me only $2.68 a gallon (instead of the $1.75 a gallon it was right before the invasion of Iraq); whenever I learn that only 4.8% of the population is out of work; and whenever fewer people than there might have been are devavasted by hurricanes and the resulting poor disaster management, I always start to think, “Say, that ol’ George Bush is a darned good President. And he’s kinda cute too.”

5) The homicide rate in Baghdad is declining. In July, the Los Angeles Times reports, 1,800 bodies were delivered to the morgue. In August, after 8,000 U.S. and 3,000 Iraqi forces swept through the city attempting to quell sectarian violence, only a quarter of that number were killed.

Wow, so George’s policies must be working!

But wait, here’s some info that may be of interest to Mona:

The NYT, WP, and LAT stuff word that the Baghdad’s morgue preliminary estimate of the violent deaths in August was off by almost 1,000 people. U.S. and Iraqi officials had cited the figure as evidence that their security operations were working. The preliminary number set the number of violent deaths in Baghdad at 550, but yesterday authorities said the number was actually 1,536.


However, Slate adds:

Regardless, the number is still less than the 1,855 deaths reported in July. The WP helpfully mentions that many of those who die violently in Baghdad do not end up in the morgue and are not included in the figure.

So, the President is indeed quelling a civil war (just not as well as was first claimed), meaning that he’s doing a great job of presidentin’. Just don’t look over here!

Military officials lie to keep Iraq body count low

U.S. officials, seeking a way to measure the results of a program aimed at decreasing violence in Baghdad, aren’t counting scores of dead killed in car bombings and mortar attacks as victims of the country’s sectarian violence.

In a distinction previously undisclosed, U.S. military spokesman Lt. Col. Barry Johnson said Friday that the United States is including in its tabulations of sectarian violence only deaths of individuals killed in drive-by shootings or by torture and execution.

That has allowed U.S. officials to boast that the number of deaths from sectarian violence in Baghdad declined by more than 52 percent in August over July.

But it eliminates from tabulation huge numbers of people whose deaths are certainly part of the ongoing conflict between Sunni and Shiite Muslims. Not included, for example, are scores of people who died in a highly coordinated bombing that leveled an entire apartment building in eastern Baghdad, a stronghold of rebel Shiite cleric Muqtada al-Sadr.

But hey, what does the truth matter as long as Bush’s approval ratings go up?

7) The Democrats remain the party of weakness and appeasement. Harvard hosts the ex-president of Iran. Jimmy Carter hugs Hezbollah. Democratic National Committee Chairman Howard Dean says of the Iraq War: “The idea that we’re going to win this war is an idea that, unfortunately, it’s just plain wrong.” Al Gore thinks global warming is a much more serious threat than al Qaeda. ABC is airing a mini-series that blasts the Clinton administration for malfeasance in pursuing Osama bin Laden. Things could be a whole lot worse for President Bush and the Republicans.

Yes, instead of Bush and the Republicans, we could be ruled by the current President of Iran and his party (which is probably even wackier than the GOP).  And we could have all been destroyed by global warming after CBS aired the mini-series which blasted Ronald Reagan for malfeasance in (not) pursuing a cure for AIDS.

So yeah, we should all just thank our lucky stars that we merely have an incompetent megomaniac like Bush in charge, instead of a holocaust-denying meglomaniac like Mahmoud Ahmadinejad.  And we should be glad, GLAD that the Republicans remain the party of self-interest, graft, and stupidity, because change is always scary. If you keep these things in mind, the President’s ratings are sure to rise, just like Mona said.

Here Comes Your 19th Nervous Breakdown

Posted by s.z. on September 9th, 2006

Yesterday at the grocery store, I ended up in line behind a couple who had $300 worth of stuff in their carts that needed to be rang up, and who wrote a check for it all that required that several layers of store management be paged (it turns out that the couple had written bad checks to the store before, and so were on some sort of terrorist watch list).

Anyway, this all gave me plenty of time to read the tabloid headlines. And not only did I learn that Katie and Tom sleep in separate bedrooms, but that Camilla had left Charles and returned to her ex.  But the story that was least surprising came from The Globe magazine –their headline read something like “Laura Bush has Breakdown: Tells Prez ‘I Just Can’t Take it Anymore!’”

While I didn’t read the article, I find the headline itself credible (and after all, The Globe is the same publication that brought us news of President Bush’s secret nervous breakdown last year, so they seem to be the ones who would know about this kind of thing).

But besides that, it seems more likely than not that a person like Laura, who can read and all, would find her situation intolerable at times. And I can relate to her situation. For instance, when that Senate report came out which indicated that Saddam’s government “did not have a relationship, harbor or turn a blind eye toward” al-Qaida operative Abu Musab al-Zarqawi or his associates, and then WH Press Shill Tony Snow responded that the reports are “merely “re-litigating things that happened three years ago, ” I myself screamed “I just can’t take this anymore!”



Hey, Tony, if this is just stuff that everybody has known for three years, why was George saying just last month that people should “imagine a world in which you had Saddam Hussein” with the capacity to make weapons of mass destruction and “who had relations with Zarqawi”?  If this is all old stuff that is common knowledge already, who is keeping this knowledge from the President of the United States?  (Okay, Karl Rove and Dick Cheney, but who else?)   

Also, I am getting really irate at the way that Bush and Cheney responded by basically saying, “Well, everyone else thought this too, so how could you expect us to know any better? And besides, regardless of why we got into Iraq, it’s now the main arena of our War Against Terror, which is such a serious matter that we don’t have time to figure out exactly who was right and who was wrong, so we should all just shut up and give the President more authority to do whatever the hell he wants. To do otherwise is to be a traitor.”

First, apparently not everybody was saying this. Here’s a snippet from the LA Times story about the Senate report:

The CIA and other intelligence agencies were generally skeptical that Hussein had significant links to the terrorist group. But Vice President Dick Cheney and other senior administration officials have persistently highlighted isolated intelligence reports suggesting a relationship between Hussein and Bin Laden. The Senate report contradicts many of those assertions.

And remember Cheney’s favorite “proof” of a Saddam/al-Qaeda connection – the one that he continued to mention even after the CIA, FBI, Czech Intelligence, etc. had determined that it never happened? Well, the report gets into that too.

The committee’s report also dismisses a contention repeatedly cited by Cheney that an Iraqi intelligence agent met with Sept. 11 hijacker Mohamed Atta in Prague in April 2001. That claim has bolstered public perceptions that Iraq was somehow linked to the Sept. 11 attacks.

But postwar evidence indicates no such meeting ever occurred, the committee found, citing Atta’s travel and cellphone records obtained by the FBI, as well as information from the Iraqi agent alleged to have attended the meeting.

So no, not everybody believed this stuff. Hell, even George Tenet now says that he didn’t really believe it — but the President was so persuasive, and what with the moonlight and the music and wine, he allowed himself to be seduced. And so he woke up the next day alone, with his innocence gone, the country at war, and with a Medal of Freedom on the dresser.

From the ABC News story:

Democrats singled out CIA Director George Tenet, saying that during a private meeting in July Tenet told the panel that the White House pressured him and that he agreed to back up the administration’s case for war despite his own agents’ doubts about the intelligence it was based on.

“Tenet admitted to the Intelligence Committee that the policymakers wanted him to ‘say something about not being inconsistent with what the president had said,’” Intelligence Committee member Carl Levin, D-Mich., told reporters Friday.