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Washington to stop funding Iraqi whose misleading WMD claims hastened
war
http://news.independent.co.uk/world/americas/story.jsp?story=522664

By Andrew Buncombe in Washington
19 May 2004


Washington said yesterday that it was to cease funding the Iraqi
politician Ahmed Chalabi, the former exile whose "intelligence
reports" and claims about Americans' likely reception among his
countrymen helped push the Bush administration to war.

Officials said the Pentagon would stop paying Mr Chalabi's group, the
Iraqi National Congress (INC), $340,000 (£192,000) a month at the end
of June, when the US is due to return sovereignty of Iraq.

Another sign of the Shrub regime's desperation and ***** covering.
It has been an open secret that Chalabi was the "source" for WMD
intelligence, despite the fact he was exiled from Iraq 17 years
before Saddam's downfall. Some insiders speaking anonymously
claim Chalabi was just making stuff up, not to make Shrub happy
but to let Shrub to claim an "Iraqi contact" gave the US "factual
information".

Read this (the first paragraph is posted below), it will make
your eyes melt:
http://www.macleans.ca/topstories/world/article.jsp?content=20040524_81255_81255

Letters From Hell

'The torture usually begins at 12 p.m., 3 p.m. and 4 a.m.'
ADNAN R. KHAN recounts how he secretly corresponded with
an inmate of Abu Ghraib prison.

ADNAN R. KHAN

"I AM A PRISONER at Abu Ghraib." With those words, Mohammed
Jassim al-Jabouri and I began our short-lived correspondence.
It was a haunting first sentence, in a letter smuggled out
of Iraq's most notorious prison by a local worker not long
after disturbing images of torture and abuse surfaced in the
media. Despite the words' simplicity, they were chilling --
as is the rest of this story. After three short letters, my
go-between has disappeared, there has been no more
correspondence from Mohammed, and his family lives in fear
after American troops searched their home.


Bob Dog