Well, if you didn't know, they've gone into the cesspit of BB. This site will be updated, every now and then, but for the next three months, you will find the action somewhere else...

Poor old Dubya Bush. I guess when your propaganda power runs out, and even your replacement candidate knows the best way to win points is from ripping you to pieces (Mc Cain, on his New Orleans visit, criticised the infamously indifferent Bush response to the crisis as "disgraceful"), dignity is a useless ideal. Certainly, there was little of it in this week's cameo on Deal Or No Deal, where George dropped in to boost approval ratings with a bit of good old war-association patriotism. While our own country spends the weekend in a sentimentality that dangerously poisons our concept of war (it's really not romantic, and it's nothing to celebrate), I thought, instead, I'd show you the extreme end of what government has always known to use war for, in the hope that we generally are more able to see "the other" with greater clarity than we can see ourselves. And there's no greater extreme, after all, than this horrific blend of marketing and politics. Take it away, Georgie...   

 

Once upon a time, Ben Affleck was the golden boy of Hollywood. But eventually, he committed two seemingly unforgivable acts. He married J-Lo; and, then, just when you thought it couldn't get any worse, he made Armageddon (Matt Damon started to look comparatively credible). The critics, however, have now started to forgive Affleck, en masse, for his directorial debut, Gone Baby Gone: a crime thriller, adapted from the novel by Denis Lehane of Mystic River fame - the author of choice, it would seem, for actors crossing over to serious directing.