Judith Miller: how I spent my summer vacation

while all the other kids got to talk about their gossipy little trysts with Karl Rove, Scotter Libby, Ari, Paul, Dick and perhaps Jeff, I had to sit in a damn cell.

Just like my luck, I damn well did all I could to sell the nationalistic, gung ho hook, line and sinker, and all I got was some lousy t=shirt, and I do not even remember what it was, oh, yes, that image of the statue of Saddam coming down.

I was pretty dang well set then, but look at me now.

That is ok, I will write a book, and it is sure to sell on the right wing mass purchase circuit, some little ditty like....well, surely there are some good names out there for my book, I am looking for help, you know, hard to get to these laptops in the slammer...so, please help, I am not very original, just a good little toady.

Life As A Little Green Toad? No, that would be too self deprecating!

My Two Lives, Reporter & Quisling.

Nah, I am too mean, too hard on myself, after all, it is hard being pleasant in jail.