I’m not blogging about chemical weapons finds, drums of this, warheads of that. Wait for a week. The lab results will be back. The finds will be confirmed, one way or another. Don’t let the news reporters’ bid for Pulitzers, and accompanying throwing of caution to the wind when conjuring headlines, make you jump to the same assumptions they are.
I’m not blogging about what a blithering dolt Robert Fisk is. He does a good enough job of it himself.
I’m not blogging about the increasing number of towns that, freed from the Fedayeen Saddam, seem to be welcoming Coalition forces with smiles and cheers. Some people are reading the stories and believing them. Some are reading them and disbelieving, or ascribing ulterior motives. Still others are reading the stories and think they don’t make any difference.
I’m not blogging about the torture chambers, the warehouses full of meticulously recorded executions. See above.
I’m not blogging about dubious body counts. Folks will believe what they will.
Is Saddam alive? Dead? Fled? Nobody knows. Yet.
Well, I guess I did blog about that earlier. But there’s nothing new worth blogging on it, save further alarums and excursions. Heck, folks still aren’t certain if they got Chemical Ali yet. But they will be, soon enough.
The informal motto of the military is, “Hurry up and wait.” That’s our situation on the side lines, too, even with embedded reporters and the Internet — or maybe especially so.