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I am devoting my energies to working on a devious plan to parachute into Baghdad, rescue Rageh Omaar, and spirit him away to be my love slave back in Blighty. It passes the time very pleasantly, I find, and dulls the reality most effectively.
But, if you want futile, an article on war porn in the Guardian today prompted me to think of writing some Rumsfeld /Tommy Franks slash. Fortunately the feeling passed before the screaming in my head began again. |
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