In times of war, the watch dogs take no prisoners.

By Jose Terrero

My weekly wing night turned a little sour. As I gorged down my usual raspberry honey mustard wings, I scanned the wall of TV screens at Greene’s Ale House in Oswego. MTV (no), ESPN (can’t stand watching golf), Stephen Colbert (stupid re-runs). Finally, I checked a monitor at one of the far corners of the bar. CNN anchors spoke excitedly as I hurried to read the text running along the bottom of the screen. Sweaty journalists ranted on for hours about the breaking WikiLeaks story.

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