[Guest post by Ros Taylor of The Guardian]

So what has the British Blogoball to say about our revelations? Nothing much. Imagine how American blugs like Instapunto would have responded to the news that the fall of the Iraqi government in 2003 was the result, not of an Israeli black-ops mission as many have argued, but a direct consequence of a combined attack by US and British forces, launching massive military action without the authorisation of the United Nations. (I can also reveal here on the Guardian‘s own bloog that there may even have been involvement by other nations’ troops, including Poles and Australians.) The Americans would have been all over it like a Gary Younge over a collection of tired stereotypes of Texans.

Has the erudite Oliver Kamm picked apart the language of our leaked text of the secret cabinet meetings held to decide Britain’s involvement without the consent of the British people? Has Stephen Pollard reviewed the restaurant in which, we exclusively reported, Saddam Hussein was believed to be eating when a US bomb struck—in a direct attempt to assassinate the leader of a sovereign state? Following our report on the subsequent secret capture and detention of the Iraqi President, what have the libertarians at Samizdata to say about the implications of imprisoning him for months without charge or shaving equipment? Or, indeed, the alleged seizure of his assets?

Some of the blegs I don’t read very often have at least had a go: Anthony Wells at Polling Report tries to analyse the effect our shocking stories will have on the electorate. Otherwise there appears to be little of any consequence that I could find in five minutes of half-arsed surfing over a cup of Fair Trade latte. Some of you are even carrying on with your lives and going on holiday—as though our scoops were warmed over rubbish from months ago. If you don’t pull your collective socks up, chaps and chapesses, we’ll just have to carry on writing articles aimed at our broadsheet colleagues about things that don’t matter to anyone outside half-a-dozen central London boroughs, and ignore you. That’ll teach you.