No, that's not the score of the Patriots/Jets game today. That's the amount of errors that Scylla & Charybdis spotted in just two sentences in an L.A. Times piece about Joe Wilson.

Meanwhile, Tim Blair spots another example of the mystical qualities of the New, New Math:

Mother Sheehan asks that her son’s killers forgive her:

If I met the mother of the person whose bullet killed my son, I would say I don’t blame your son, your family or your country. I blame the administration for sending our children to invade and occupy a country that’s not a threat to the United States ... I ask forgiveness from all Iraqis, including the one who killed my son.

Thing is, Casey Sheehan wasn’t killed by a lone gunman; the attack that left Sheehan and seven other soldiers dead involved multiple RPGs and small-arms fire. It’d be quite a crowd from whom Mother would be begging forgiveness, if ever she gets a chance to meet them personally: “You, the guy who launched the first grenade? Please forgive me. And you, the snarling fellow; I understand you were among several shooting at my son. Forgive me. Second grenade launcher, way over in the back there? Next to the third machine gunner? My apologies.” And so on.