Sunni extremists from Saudi Arabia make up half the foreign fighters in Iraq, many suicide bombers, a U.S. official says.

Saudis reportedly funding Iraqi Sunni insurgents

Saudi Citizens Funding Iraq Insurgents

Adnan Fucking Khashoggi

Osama bin Fucking Laden

Gonzales received another report of an NSL-related violation a few weeks later. “A national security letter . . . contained an incorrect phone number” that resulted in agents collecting phone information that “belonged to a different U.S. person” than the suspect under investigation, stated a letter copied to the attorney general on May 6, 2005.

At least two other reports of NSL-related violations were sent to Gonzales, according to the new documents. In letters copied to him on Dec. 11, 2006, and Feb. 26, 2007, the FBI reported to the oversight board that agents had requested and obtained phone data on the wrong people.

“I’m pretty sure there’s a lot more to life than being really, really good looking. And I plan on finding out what that is.” — Mitt Romney

In an effort to lash out at the world for the grinding horror of their sad meaningless jobs, flight attendants have taken to using sadistic paranoid hatred as a weapon against their helpless captives.

One passenger on a Delta flight from Los Angeles to Salt Lake City was arrested for leaving his seat to go to the lavatory less than 30 minutes before landing (due to the incident, air marshals ordered all passengers to put their hands on their heads for the rest of the flight).

Fear the freakishly cheap head of Brian Twelve Bones.

Whether Foggo had official dealings with prostitutes in Honduras or not, this was clearly a big problem. “Dusty would have been the perfect target of a counter-intelligence operation,” said one official who worked in Honduras at the time. “He had access and knowledge, and was reckless and visible. You’re only vulnerable if you make yourself vulnerable, and that’s what Dusty did.”

Seventy to 90 percent of the Iraq detentions in 2003 were “mistakes,” U.S. officers once told the international Red Cross.

Initially, Jason Fortuny was mobbed by his “rfjason” LiveJournal fans, armed with roflcopters and lollerskates. On Friday, his stunt was summarized by Andy Baio at Waxy and started hitting blogs and aggregators. He claimed the NY Times interviewed him. Eventually he shut down annonymous comments on his journal, but his LJ fans were still LOL A++!!!1!1!

The tide of destruction washed slowly across the web all weekend. Seattle news, British news, a Wired blog, which called Fortuny a sociopath. (To assist with self-diagnosis, he posted a LiveJournal poll)

Saturday, his business website (freelance web designer and network admin) finally died, replaced with a basic contact form — conspicuously lacking the privacy notice it used to have. So much for that business model. By Monday, even that was down.

On Saturday and Sunday it hit the front page of Digg, BoingBoing, Something Awful, Slashdot, …

Jason Fortuny had accomplished something very difficult — he had consciously set out to construct a meme, and had succeded. But he seems to have uncovered a horrible corrilary to the rule against deliberate meme creation: you can do it on purpose, if you set out with the cold desire to exhibit the absolute worst aspects of your deformed psyche.

Tens of thousands of people around the world declared Fortuny an unspeakable asshole who richly deserved his impending legal crucifixion. Meanwhile, his LiveJournal defenders continued the ROFLMAO party. Many of them (using their LJ handles no less) spread out across the web to defend Fortuny’s actions as a fun little prank which should now be forgotten. No really. Just forget it. lol.

Rfjason sits at the sad intersection of a blind desire for fame, a brutal puritan morality, a genuinely sociopathic ignorance of consequences, all wrapped up in idiotic chat speak. Privacy lawsuits, possible criminal charges, ruined lives, personal self-destruction, and nearly two hundred violent perverts who want to hurt you. Teh lulz!!

Maybe it’s all just a small, sad psychodrama. Fortuny is a seriously fucked up individual. (Quote: “I’m just going to quickly and quietly say that the refugees in New Orleans are human trash who don’t deserve to live“). On the internet, no one may know you’re a dog, but eventually everyone will figure out that you’re a suicidal exhibitionist idiot.

But watching hundreds of LiveJournal defenders swarm around him, it starts to seem like a symptom of something more widespread and horrorifying. It starts to look like the kind of simple-minded tribalism and moralizing self-surveillance that dictatorships thrive on. Why have teh riht to privacee when u can have teh lulz omg???

More:

Sociopaths Unite!

According to Waxy, Fortuny has whored himself to man-whore, and proudly outspoken sociopath, Tucker Max. Cute couple. Maybe this has something to do with the testosterone suppliments Fortuny was taking…

Reading about his real or imagined medical problems and his all too real psychological problems, you might feel a small twinge of pity for the doomed. But Fortuny comes through with the asshole bonus round, telling his new pimp:

“Let’s milk this. All the way… There must be a way to combine this. Into money. Money is important. Money is good.”

Making a profit off this seems… doubtful. Let’s just say, doubtful.

But a “milking” of some kind seems very likely. And everything Fortuny does get will have been well earned.

The real danger is that we who support the war will reach the point that we say we might as well be taken as wolves then as sheep.

[P]eople assume that there’s no point in behaving morally when they’re going to be called monsters anyway. This seems rather uncontroversially obvious to me.

Could these lurid evocations of wolf packs and armed mobs really have any effect on a prosperous, well-educated, civilized nation?