Specifically, she decided to dump the report altogether.
And the ever-intrepid corporate media, being the good parental units that they are, have declined to check in the closets or under the bed. I suppose I understand: Condi has such a stellar track record, why shouldn't they give her the benefit of the doubt?
(Thanks to SusanHu at Booman Tribune. You are a peach, Susan!)
In other news, Kasabian is music for stinky, obnoxious assholes by stinky, obnoxious assholes.
There, I said it.
UPDATE: I was wrong to rag on Kasabian without offering a better alternative. So here: The Raveonettes' Love In A Trashcan is fun and reminds me of that time I felt up that hot, greasy, rockabilly poser guy at Zeitgeist back in '97.