The fucking leech lawyer hired by Elba Cruz -- the woman who got her ass whooped in a game of hide and seek by her son and two friends -- today claimed that the three boys were alive for "13 to 33 hours" while police searched for them. This, leech Peter Villari says, puts the blame for the deaths of the trunked trio squarely on the shoulders of police.

But before I continue with that tale of woe, allow me to digress for a moment into a seemingly unrelated topic. Don't fret or become confused, however, because I'll masterfully weave them together in a later paragraph.

Since I returned from vacation, there's one question I've gotten more than any other: How about that Valerie Plame? I'd go to Niger for her any day! Covert operative? More like covert HOTperative! The question I've gotten more than any other except that one, which is really more of a rhetorical question than an actual question, anyway, is this: So what's on your summer reading list, Mr. Awesome?

Funny you should ask. I actually have one this summer, and it goes beyond my usual copy or two of Leg Show. Nor does it include Harry Potter and the Saucer of Quagenbush or whatever it's called. While on my vacation, I read the first book on my list, which was coincidentally the last book on my list -- Evan Wright's Generation Kill. It's the account of a reporter character named "Evan Wright" who was embedded with the Marine First Recon batallion during the invasion of a kingdom called Iraq. But get this: it's not even one of those made-up pretend books -- it's real-lifey.

Generation Kill isn't really a political book, though readers on either side of the issue could find plenty in it to support their various and stupid opinions of the war. At it's core, it's character study of a group of five or six young soldiers and their reactions to the events of the invasion and the days following it. There's also a great description of a man pooping his pants in it. I hate books because reading is for chumps, but I loved it and suggest you pick it up, even if it's only to read it.

So how does this relate to the other story? I took me between 13 and 33 hours and, though I'd guess the Bahamian weather was roughly as stifling as being locked in a car's trunk, reading the book was way more fun.

Analogcabin @ 2:58 PM
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