Andromeda

Andromeda reporting from the front lines ...

Things are getting pretty hairy up here -- oh, God! -- the carnage! the devastation! the sickening stench! Rotting myths sprawled across the field of battle, dying illusions stacked up like cord wood, pieces of lies spattered across your correspondent's notebook ... your correspondent can hardly continue, air! give me some air! Ladies and gentlemen back home, it is barely possible to breathe here, but we must continue, we have to bring you at home this story, the dark news of this horror.

Ever since Andromeda was first assigned to cover the Bush Administration's Massive Assault upon Reality, we knew this was going to be the tough one, the one that would, years later, wake us screaming in the middle of the night -- if we even survived -- but this has been even worse than expected. Today's news -- the utter routing of an entire division of the government's elite Unreality Guard -- has shaken the politicians' morale to its very foundations.

We look into the poor dogfaces of all the NeoCons and ChickenHawks and we don't see living men and women any more, we can only see that hollow look of the already dead. Sure, they continue to fire their weapons, there was skirmishing as usual on that scorched battlefield of the Sunday morning talk shows, but their spirit clearly was no longer in it, they were just going through the motions.

It is surprising they are able to do even that -- they need only poke their heads up out of their Fox! holes to see it coming ... remorseless, unstoppable: Brutal, Hard, Reality rolling slowly but steadily over the corpses of the "We Did It For Democracy" battalion, just as it had crushed the "We Did It For The WMD" corps before that, and now the "Turn It Over When The Iraqi Security Forces Are Ready" picket is starting to wobble. The fear here is palpable, and it has a smell, a vile smell, that cuts right through the smoke of delusions dying ...

This is Andromeda reporting.