Tuesday, July 10, 2007

That's Spanish for "resolute," heh, heh.

Eugene Robinson examines how The Decider's fantasies of being "a latter-day Churchill" will keep him from seeing the mess he's made of Iraq.
I know he's read a book or two about his hero, so I can't help wondering: Hasn't Bush gotten to the part about how Churchill, T.E. Lawrence and Gertrude Bell created Iraq at the fateful Cairo Conference of 1921? And how the object was to get British forces out of Mesopotamia, leave the fractious locals to their own devices and wish them the best?

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I don't see how anyone can realistically expect Bush to change course at this late date. It wouldn't be "resolute," in his understanding of the word, to acknowledge that he made a terrible mistake. What he can do instead is play for time and hope for some sort of deus ex machina that miraculously saves the day.
Thank you. That's just the term we've needed to describe Bush's "plan" for getting out of Iraq. It's all he ever had. And he can't even pronounce it.

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