H/T Drudge Slate
You know, I barely remember a scene from a movie I saw as a child. It was an old western along the lines of How the West was Won. I remember it because it was one of the most grizzly images I had seen as a child. In the scene, an American pioneer was captured by Native Americans who were stripping off his flesh with a knife as he screamed in anguish. One of the man's friends shot him to put him out of a misery they could not stop.
After reading this article and its flesh ripping prose, I have to wonder, do David Corn, Isikoff, Joe Wilson, Armitage, and George Tenant have such friends to depart them from the misery that Hitchens deals out with viscious precision?