I decided to practice what I preach and analyze some documentation myself. Here is one of the memos that CBS has released and say that their experts have verified it as authentic:

I noticed something peculiar on close examination, though. While this memo is mono-spaced like most typewriters from the era, look closely at the spacing. There is 1.03mm of space blank space between each letter but, in 1973, the common blank space between letters was 1.07mm. Typewriters with 1.03mm spacing between letters are those more common of the 80’s. Thus, I am 65% certain that this is in fact a forgery.
I’m still examining the PowerPoint slides CBS obtained which are reportedly also from 1973 and detail how Bush was AWOL, and, if I find any historical inaccuracies in them, I’ll report back.

New Florida Postcard:

Got this from multiple people and don’t know where it originated, but I thought I’d share.

Previous Episode

August 22nd, 2004
Sunday
“Hurts… to… move…”
I was in so much pain that morning, I could barely make the walk to the bathroom (where I found a squished scorpion but forgot to take a picture). But, we not only needed to trek seven miles uphill with the sun bearing down on us, we had to do it with packs on our back. It seemed impossible. Still, I told SarahK we couldn’t give up.
“We… must… head… back… AHH! It hurts to stand!”
It was time to say goodbye to Camp IMAO.
Camp IMAO
So we packed up, each movement causing pain to shoot through our bodies, and were soon ready to go.
Ready to Go
Well, the journey of a thousand miles begins with one step.
“Ahh! That one step hurt like all ‘ell!”
With a constant chorus of “Ow! Ow! Ow!” we walked out of camp carrying our eighty pound packs that got heavier with each step. Soon the sun was in full force, and we slowly walked a couple yards at a time, stopping to rest and drink in any shade we could find. Soon we made it to the pump house where the crazy pump house man lived.
“How far have we gone?” I asked SarahK.
“0.2 miles.”
“How much do we have left?”
“6.8 miles… straight up.”
“D’oh. Let’s trudge on then!”
We kept moving though our bodies begged us to stop. Stupid bodies. Each step just increased the pain. Soon, the whole trip was a blur.
Pain! Hurt! Pain! Ooh… pretty! PAIN!
“Let’s give up,” SarahK beckoned.
“Giving up means dying, and dying still seems worse than moving… for now.”
“Leave me then!”
“No… you have some Gatorade left and I’m all out. Let’s move on!”
Soon we came around a bend and could see our destination – our very distant and high up destination.
The Destination
“You’re going to die! You’re going to die!” the ground squirrel seemed to chatter as the vultures circled overhead. Sweat dripped from us like rain, and the sun tried to press us to the ground. Any step over four inches high took a deep breath before attempting it, as it meant pulling up one’s entire weight plus the pack with one sore leg. I started to hallucinate and thought I was being attacked by monkeys. At least that kept me moving.
As the sun finally began to set, we reached the last mile which was straight up. After some walking, we made it back to Coconino Overlook. Two guys whom we ran into earlier and assumed to be gay took a picture of us.
Me and SarahK at the Overlook
Soon we were in the kind shade of the trees, and it appeared there wasn’t much left to go. Then we spotted a baby deer and its mama.
Deer
They let us get pretty close to take a picture.
BUT IT WAS A TRAP!
While distracted by the deer, the ground squirrels attacked! There were hundreds of them, and they knocked me off the cliff.
Scream of Me Falling
I then hit the ground, my pack being knocked off from the fall.
Frank Fallen
Broken and bloody, I could hear SarahK screaming, “Eek! Ground squirrels!” I forced myself up, and, with a Herculean effort, I grabbed my pack and raced up the trail. I found SarahK surrounded by those evil rodents, and I swatted them all with my pack sending them flying down into the canyon to never be seen again.
Finally, we made it to the end of the trail and declared victory.
Me and SarahK Victorious
Next mission was to get cleaned up and rejoin the civilized world. I soon noticed that the fruit punch Gatorade that had sustained me through the trip now made me nauseous at the thought of it now that it was no longer needed.
First plan was to get a shower. They were pay showers, so I suggested to SarahK that we save money by sharing a shower. After I got up from the ground (it hurt to get up; I was so sore) I went to get my own shower. The first one just swallowed my quarters. There I was – naked and robbed! You owe me $1.25, Grand Canyon!
I soon got a shower, shaved, and was all cleaned up and back in my street clothes. SarahK and I then went to the lodge for dinner. So agonizingly sore, we shuffled through the parking lot like a couple of ninety year olds. We ran into those gay guys again in the parking lot who offered us some sandwiches. Though I really wanted a steak, that involved more walking. Still, we persevered.
I quickly ordered a steak and a beer, while SarahK asked the waitress for whatever was the most expensive menu item and most expensive wine. Again, she just took three nibbles from her meal, but she did finish all the wine. She was so tipsy from one glass, she could barely speak (even sober, Klutzy could barely walk). We needed to get to sleep so we could head out early for the Dave Matthews Band concert back in Albuquerque, so I ended up having to drive us back to our campsite – the campsite that was 8,000 ft in altitude.
“S-so c-c-cold…”
COMING SOON – HE SAID MONKEY!
UPDATE: SarahK has her version.

Man, this forgery story is too funny. If I only were home instead of at my stupid, well-paying and fulfilling job, I could come up with some great parodies. Well, maybe when I get home tonight.
Anyway, there is a serious point here. First we had the phony AP story about Republicans booing when they heard Clinton was having surgery, and now there is this forged document controversy where any idiot could have said the documents were suspect (but apparently not CBS’s “experts”). Big kudos, BTW, to Little Green Footballs, Powerline, and INDC Journal.
It’s obvious that the media is only going to get sloppier as the election gets nearer, each liberal outlet struggling for an “October Surprise.” That means the blogosphere has to be even more streamlined in fact-checking their ass to the point that we completely discredit and destroy the mainstream media (MSM) by the election. Yes, the next big blog war will not be against the puppy blender, but the MSM itself.
Here is the plan as I see it:
Phase 1: Gather bloggers together to fact check MSM
Phase 2:
Phase 3: Destruction of MSM!
We need a leader to coordinate everyone’s knowledge to instantly dismantle the lies, distortions, and general dumbassery of the MSM. He also needs to be someone who doesn’t have a day job like me. Maybe Charles Johnson since everyone seems to like him.
This is our new charge as bloggers: destroy the MSM. Their misinformation is an obstacle to good democracy, and thus this obstacle must be torn down.
Who is with me?
And who wants to do the work so I don’t have to?

As usual, SarahK has a different version of the biker bar visit.
BTW, the story of the IMAO Employee Team-Building Trip 2004 should continue today.

Kerry needs to catch up in the polls. For that, he’ll need some powerful commercials. There are a few issues he needs to hit, and I think I know how he should do them.
First, he needs to settle the controversy about his Vietnam service once and for all:

AD: I SERVED IN VIETNAM!
Kerry: You may not know this, but I served in Vietnam. That’s right, I was in Vietnam and was shot at and everything. I even have medals.
[Kerry shows his medals to the camera and then tosses them away.]
Kerry: Plus I have wounds.
[Kerry pulls up sleeve and holds his arm to the camera.]
Kerry: You’ll probably need HDTV to see it. Now, can you really imagine having a president who wasn’t on a boat being shot at? That’s crazy. You may have also heard about my testimony after I left Vietnam about war crimes. That’s just how dedicated I am: I will commit war crimes on America’s behalf. Now that is real leadership.
[Fade to black and show the logo “John Kerry: He commits war crimes.”]

Next Kerry need to let people know exactly where he stands on the war in Iraq:

AD: WHERE I STAND ON IRAQ
Kerry: Some people claim they can’t tell what my position is on the war in Iraq. Well, I want to settle this once and for all.
[Kerry reaches down to pick something up, but is unable.]
Kerry: Jeeves, help me here.
Kerry’s Butler: Certainly, sir.
[Together, they lift up a gigantic book.]
Kerry: In this 8,000 page book I wrote entitled “Whether the Iraq War is Right or Wrong,” I definitively answer my views on the current war in Iraq. I will send this free to any voter – though UPS is charging $100 for shipping.
[Fade to black with the slogan “John Kerry: He has heavy views on heavy issues.”]

A poll of other countries shows that Kerry would win in a landslide if this were a worldwide election. Hmm. People who hate America and don’t want it to be a superpower would vote for Kerry.
Anyway, maybe it’s time for Kerry to show his foreign support.

AD: ANONYMOUS BACKERS
Kerry: Just listen to these unnamed foreign leaders I met in New York restaurants who they think should be president.
[One leader is on screen, face blacked out.]
Foreign Leader 1: I like this Kerry! He speaks zee French. He knows to consult weeth French people on important matters, and not stupid Americans!
[Another leader with face blacked out appears on screen.]
Foreign Leader 2: I like Kerry and I hate jooooos!
[Yet another leader appears with face blacked out.]
Foreign Leader 3: That camera is shiny!
[Fade to black with the slogan “John Kerry: Anonymous foreign people think he should be president; shouldn’t you?”]