Normally, some care is taken here, in this space, pushing around words, to not clobber anyone with personal pronouns, to not take out anyone with an assault on the "I"s.  This time, I am feeling assaulted, and I will say so, and do so, as me.

I thought I could let it all go streaming right past me, but turns out it's not so.  I am speaking now of the alleged acts of of child abuse  -- the latest ones we know about, anyway, on this planet, hip-deep in child-plucking ghouls -- in the Los Angeles area, in Miramonte.

Political lies have always come bundled in the Economy-pack:  half-truths, misquotes, bald lies, propaganda, slung mud, smear campaigns, slips of the tongue, Freudian moments, avalanches of excrement, and surprised misstatements -- where the politico is stunned, simply shocked, they will tell you, at what their mouths have just gone and done.  It is as if their mouths were no longer under their control, or had been repo'd, dragged or lugged off back to the shop for some diagnostic tests.

Add one more to that litany in the big Econo-pack:  Political cross-dressing, where a politician hijacks a word or phrase from the opposition, kidnaps it, then bandies it about, willy-nilly, hoping to squeeze some attention from the thing.

Checking over the crib notes:  No, it's all still true.  Officials sputter simultaneously at cross-purposes, all contradictions. Israel could attack Iran in the spring over fears Iran has nuclear weapons.  No, hang on -- no, not any right now -- but they might have nukes, someday. You never know. It could happen. It could be.

If another war's on the line, you think there'd be an effort to get the story straight.  Oh -- wait:  Sorry, that rule doesn't apply for countries starting with the letter "I."

Here we are again, another Theater of War -- is Iran in the same metroplex for these horror show festivals? -- and we're stuck, watching the Previews of Coming Destruction.  They won't quit playing, no matter what we do or say.

Our leaders are all on screen in this long shot, all in a row, gesturing, all cowboying up, ready to slap leather and draw down, Western style, with these villains in the Mid-East once again.  Iran's got the short straw, they'll catch some hot lead -- lest they give up their science and surrender, or else, get shot dead.