It's bad. It's bad.

The trial of Mr. Hussein unfolded on television as blast after blast rocked the capital, raining debris across entire blocks and flooding hospital wards with lacerated victims. After one car bomb exploded at noon in a Shiite district of downtown Baghdad, firefighters and witnesses struggled to pry two blackened bodies from the front seats of a charred sedan. The wailing crowd lifted the bodies out, shouted "God is great!" and marched down the street bearing the corpses aloft. Nuns from a nearby convent rushed toward the flaming wrecks of cars clutching metal buckets of water.

There have been expanding reports all day in the Washington Post and the New York Times as the violence in Baghdad grows and worsens.  The Post had to admit in a headline early this morning that the US military have been wildly under-reporting casualties during the past several weeks.  Whatever.  We don't need to know exactly; we just need to do something to stop this.

I lost it just now, listening to reports from New Orleans (stalwart people, doing their best to celebrate a skeletal Fat Tuesday) even as I read the description of Baghdad.  Only those who are calling for the prosecution of the Bush administration for complicity in these tragedies are people whose judgment can be trusted  There are no excuses left.