Can't Live With 'Em, Can't Live Without . . .

The conservative blogosphere is all atwitter over the latest dispatch out of Iraq from Michael "It's All Good" Totten, who in yet another payback to the pro-war sycophants who bankroll his travels, has interviewed an Iraqi interpreter who proudly declares that he loves working with the Americans but is treated like week-old falafel by his own countrymen.

After shedding tears of patriotic joy and having a big blat on my red, white and blue hankie, I then stumbled across a story about the Yanks at Forward Operating Base Warhorse that included these interesting grafs:

"Here at this searing, dusty U.S. military base . . . Iraqis—including interpreters who walk the same foot patrols and sleep in the same tents as U.S. troops—must use segregated bathrooms.

"Another sign, in a dining hall, warns Iraqis and 'third-country nationals' that they have just one hour for breakfast, lunch or dinner. American troops get three hours. Iraqis say they sometimes wait as long as 45 minutes in hot lines to get inside the chow hall, leaving just 15 minutes to get their food and eat it."

Oh, what a lovely war!