I liked the metaphor Josh Marshall used in discussing the importance of language in politics.

We hear again and again how all the bombings and mayhem are obscuring all the good things that are happening in Iraq. But this is like how the thunderstorm obscures the underlying sunny day

What is it Rumsfeld is calling this, "a long hard slog", a glimmer of truth after a string of lies. It breaks your heart. Lies that come one after the other destroy your trust, destroy your confidence, you need the truth, but truth is fleeting like clouds across the sky, and more lies follow. And like all of us in the Northern Hemisphere, Iraq, Afghanistan, the fall is passing, the time of thunderstorms soon to be replaced not by sunny days, but by the dark cold of winter. Will it be one of those winters that never seem to end? Where spring is just around the corner, but the road is straight as far as the eye can see. And what is beyond the horizon is not clear, will spring arrive or will the hurting and the killing turn the world on end, and what was north is south and south north, and spring doesn't arrive because it is fall again with nothing to look forward to but another winter. My heart is broken, my spirits low, my thoughts are with the families of the fifteen, the sixteen, the hundreds that have died in recent days.

George, Donald, and the Neocons are singing, "Here comes the sun, here comes the sun, and I say, it's all right". They want us to see it, and they want the media to report it, but it's obscured, no one can see it, and I fear no one will anytime soon.