And, once again, you seek to take shelter under semantics. Vast torrents of non-truthful verbage gushed forth, but if you squint, in the right light, and apply carefully selected criteria, you can fairly say “not a liar”. If you permit yourself such rigorous criteria as Pres. William Jefferson “Horndog” Clinton, and can deconstruct verbs like “is”, agreed, you could make a case that GeeDubya wasn’t lying. If he says he is certain of something, but it isn’t so, he isn’t lying because he is certain. Doesn’t happen to be so, but hey, is that his fault?
Actually, yes. Yes, it is. Ideally, we elect as President someone we can trust, since we have to entrust this person with our very lives. The task is daunting, the burden heavy. But no one is drafted for this job, it is not thrust upon the unwilling by lottery. Perhaps it is an act of the purest chutzpah even to put one’s name forward for nomination, much less to campaign. But no one says he has to, he asked for the job, and was elected to it. Well, sorta, kinda… again, you gotta squint…
Ordinary standards do not apply, there are no do-overs, there are no mulligans. There is too much at stake, which is to say, us.
Time an again, doubt was raised and brought to his attention. Time and again he hewed to a predecided course of action, time and again he made alarming statements of potential danger to urge us to accept his course of action, time and again he pushed aside any caution, any suggestion that patience might be of value.
What if he had chosen differently, as I might, as you might? What if we had stood down a bit, kept the troop build-up while proceeding with inspections? What if, God forbid, we were proven wrong before we sacrificed innocents lives to slay a chimera?
Would that have been such a disaster, to be proven wrong? To show ourselves reasonable, sensible, and heavily armed? What a splendid opportunity pissed away. Who will trust us now? If we really need to enter into careful negotiation, if we really need to be trusted? Why shouldn’t a potential adversary heed the counsel of madmen, when they say You can’t trust the Americans to be reasonable, better to shoot first rather than not at all.
All of this because of a man who would rather die than admit he was wrong. Not quite, actually: would rather thousands of other people die. As they did.
There is nothing more dangerous than a pig-headed fool in a position of power. Compared to this, “liar” is a mild and affectionate rebuke. The truth is far, far worse.