I suppose what I find most interesting about D. Bones circa Spring 2003 is that he has a genuine trust that folks like Colin Powell wouldn't go around waving vials of anthrax at the United Nations if he didn't absolutely know that the heavyset mustachioed dude running the country he wanted to invade absolutely had them. Absolutely. I mean, he said so, right?
And dear Condi, with her bulletproof hair helmet and repressed school mistress sexiness, sternly warned the country that Saddam was actively pursuing nuclear weapons and we couldn't hesitate even a smidge because "we don't want the smoking gun to be a mushroom cloud."
God bless her sweet heart and her colorful use of metaphor.
But either she was too grossly incompetent to notice the severe misgivings of her staff, or she was being willfully deceitful, kowtowing to the pre-ordained, pre-9/11 marching orders established by Puppet Master Cheney and Big Dick Rumsfeld.
And either Colin was hoodwinked or he trashed an even more illustrious and promising career in the service of ends that not only don't justify their means, but appear not to have any ends at all.
So bring me back to 2003, baby. At least then I was happily as clueless as these two jokers.
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