I was wondering why I’m so sick of hearing about the mess that Iraq has become, and I think I’ve determined the source of my disinterest.
I think I’d rather be boiled in oil than hear anything that Dick Cheney has to say about anything or anybody, dead or alive. When he talks about the worst president and his terrible decisions, all I can think about is George W. Bush, but that’s not who he’s talking about.
I’ve seen Cheney, Rumsfeld, Rice, Wolfowitz, Pearle and Kristol so often on the talk shows that I’m ready to join my partner and watch “Petticoat Junction” ad nauseam.
Why in the world would anyone in their right mind want to hear anything about the crisis in Iraq from the people who got it so very, very wrong the first time?
This bunch promised everything from a brief and easy adventure to welcoming crowds of Iraqis to “absolute certainty” about WMDs and an imminent threat to the United States. After more than 4,000 body bags, 30,000 young men and women seriously and permanently injured and over 100,000 Iraqis dead, these people ought to be held accountable rather than forcing us to ever see them again.
When I heard the president say he was sending “advisers” over to help in this catastrophe it made the hair on my arms stand up. The “advisers” who were sent to Vietnam shed a lot of their blood in that fiasco.
To me this is a religious civil war, and expecting this country to solve these enormous problems makes about as much sense as expecting France to solve our own problems with gun violence. Iraq? Been there, done that.