The Door into Sumer.

(Uh, somebody needs to learn to use SpellCheck.)

First the facts, with emphasis added by me:

Suspected Chemical Weapons Plant Uncovered in Mosul
Military Believes Insurgents Intended to Use Dangerous Agents Against U.S., Iraqi Forces

By Ellen Knickmeyer
Washington Post Foreign Service
Saturday, August 13, 2005; 2:09 PM

BAGHDAD, Aug. 13 -- U.S. troops raiding a warehouse in the northern city of Mosul uncovered a suspected chemical-weapons factory containing 1,500 gallons of chemicals believed destined for attacks on U.S. and Iraqi forces and civilians, military officials said Saturday.

Monday's early morning raid found 11 precursor agents, "some of them quite dangerous by themselves," a military spokesman, Lt. Col. Steven A. Boylan, said in Baghdad.
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The operation was the biggest suspected chemical-weapon lab found so far in Iraq, Boylan said. A lab discovered last year in the insurgent stronghold of Fallujah contained a how-to book for chemical weapons and an unspecified amount of chemicals.

The spokesman said the operation was new, not dating from before the U.S.-led invasion. The Bush administration used allegations that Hussein's government was manufacturing weapons of mass destruction as the main justification for the invasion. No such weapons or factories were found.

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Then the fiction: In this case, classic mid-50’s Hard Science Fiction written by Robert Heinlein at the height of his abilities. This review of “Door into Summer” by "darkgenius" on Amazon sums it up with reasonable economy (emphasis also added by yours truly):

“Life seemed to be treating Dan pretty well. Then his fiancé and business partner swindle him out of their business, and he decides to take the Long Sleep (cryogenic suspended animation) for thirty years so that he can come back to chastise an ex-fiancé who will be thirty years older than he will be.

… His only mistake is in confronting his traitorous friends one last time. He gets the Long Sleep all right, but he wakes up in 2000 without any money and without Pete.

He starts trying to find Ricky and start a new life, but he eventually, prompted by subtle clues to things that will have taken place, works up a plan to journey back in time and change things-of course, he won't really be changing things because they have actually already happened.

It's so much easier to time travel when you know everything you will have done before doing it.”

And last, this from the realm of classic literature by Arthur Conan Doyle: “…when you have eliminated all which is impossible, then whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth. – Sherlock Holmes."

We over here in Reality Land have one explanation for the discovery of this weapons lab, and for every other disaster that has attended this tragic misadventure: That, as you were warned would happen, the ruinous war into which Iran’s Chief Benefactor -- George Walker Bush – frog-marched the United States has succeeded beyond the wildest expectations of the most megalomaniacal terrorist.

Instead of cauterizing the evil that struck us on 9/11 by an overwhelming and sustained effort against the people that actually attacked us, followed-up by intelligent, fact-based and long-range foreign policy decisions, in one stroke of Epic Dumbass Proportions, Bush has managed to both squander our nation’s good will, good name, honor, blood and treasure AND strengthen and metastasize a hundredfold the very enemy that we should have been fighting all along.

But if you live in Jesusland, where miracles make the gravities and internets work and fags conspiring with the ACLU and Satan are responsible for school massacres, 9/11, and child-molesting priests, lets face it; y’all really are just fucking dumb enough to believe any fool thing.

Well…just so long as the charlatan that feeds you such poisonous tripe has a Bible in one paw and a Confederate Flag in t’other. Oh, and hair like unto the Whirlwind of Cloud and Fire that Blessed Ezekiel witnessed coming out of the North.

In such a Land, the Earth was created a scant 6,000 years ago, God stopped the planet mid-orbit in order to for one of His Favored to score a debating point, and all life was utterly wiped out shaken-Etch-a-Sketch-style in a global flood by the Almighty pitching a hissy.

In such a Land, the Arrow of Time itself whirls ‘round and ‘round as freely as an empty fifth of Stoli during a saucy, after-hours game of White House Spin the Bottle ---

[[ CHENEY (Shouting down the stairs): It’s late. What are you boys doing down there?

MEHLMAN (giggling): Nuthin’ Mr. Cheney.

CHENEY: Well shut the fuck up; some of have work tomorrow.

MCCLELLAN (tittering): Yeeees, Mr. Cheney.

GANNON (whispering and pantomiming a hand-puppet); Blahblahblah. Man. Somebody needs a good solid, 8” cut....

CHENEY (shouting): WHAT was that you said?

MEHLMAN (whispering): Shut UP, dickhead. The Old Man’s got ears like a friggin’ bat.

MCCLELLAN: Just watching some TV, Mr. Cheney. The, uh, “The Green Beret.”

CHENEY: Good fucking flick. Now shut your fucking meatholes or I’ll have you all killed. ]]

--- and “Causality” is just another one ‘a them big, prob’ly-made-up, fancy-pants words that Real ‘Murricans don’t use.

And, in such a world, there is another, Fundy-and-Freeper Friendly explanation for the sudden presence of WMDs in the heart of Pacified Mosul.

Obviously, Saddam had a Time Machine.

Before the Mission was Accomplished, Iraq, in collaboration with its longtime ally Iran (because Oceania is at War With Eurasia. Oceana Has Always Has Been at War with Eurasia) obviously built some kind of Weapon of Temporal Displacement.

Saddam developed his ”Door into Sumer”.

And as sure as God made Little Green Fucktards, in his next State of the Union Speech, Bush will be warning of an imminent threat to our American Way of Life, “In the shape of a Wayback Machine.”

By Spring, John Bolton will be beating the podium with his shoe at the U.N. while making the Administration case for invasion using Kelly Freas and Ed Emshwiller scf-fi cover-art from the 1950’s and reruns of “Quantum Leap” as “proof”.

By Fall, Rummy will be declaring categorically that the Iranian countryside is dotted with more time machines than Bush has vacation days…and that he knows EXACTLY where they all are.

And by Christmas we’ll be bunker-nuking the suburbs of Tehran to stop the mullahs from handing over this dreaded tech (along with complimentary copies of Asimov's "The End of Eternity") to the terrorists.