Greg Palast lets it rip in a blog post titled: “So, Osama walks into this bar, see?”

But Americans don’t ask for real protection from what’s killing us. The War on Terror is the Weapon of Mass Distraction. Instead of demanding health insurance, we have 59 million of our fellow citizens pooping in their pants with fear of Al Qaeda, waddling to the polls, crying, “Georgie save us!”

And what does he give us? In my own small town, the federal government has paid for loading an SUV with .50 caliber machine guns to watch for an Al Qaeda attack at the dock of the ferry that takes tourists to the Indian casino in Connecticut. The casino dock is my town’s officially designated “Critical Asset and Vulnerability Infrastructure Point (CAVIP).” (To find the most vulnerable points to attack in the USA, Al Qaeda can download a list from the Department of Homeland Security — no kidding.)

But that’s not all. Bush is protecting us from English hijackers with a fearsome anti-terrorist tool: the Virginia-class submarine. The V-boat was originally meant to hunt Soviet subs. But there are no more Soviet subs. So, General Dynamics and Lockheed Martin have “refitted” these Cold War dinosaurs with new torpedoes redesigned to carry counter-terror commandoes. That’s right: when we find Osama’s beach house, we can shoot our boys right up under his picnic table and take him out. These Marines-in-a-tube injector boats cost $2.5 billion each — and our President’s ordered half a dozen new ones.

Lynn Cheney, the Veep’s wife, still takes in compensation from Lockheed as a former board member. I’m sure that has nothing to do with this multi-billion dollar “anti-terror” contract.

Fear sells better than sex. Fear is the sales pitch for many lucrative products: from billion-dollar sailor injectors to one very lucrative war in Mesopotamia (a third of a trillion dollars doled out, no audits, no questions asked).
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(Thanks Stragglyr Chris)