Just this morning:
Russert: How much time do you give General Petraeus?
Graham: Whatever resources he needs, and whatever time he needs, he’s gonna get. How much time did we have to win World War II? Did we ever think about just fighting the Germans, and not engaging the Japanese? This, to me, is World War III. This is a central battlfront in a global struggle against terrorism. Moderates are fighting extremists in Lebanon. They’re fighting extremists in Palestine. They’re fighting extremists in Afghanistan. They’re fighting extremists in Iraq. It is my belief that our longterm national security interest is to stand with moderates, as imperfect as they are, wherever we can find them, and say no to the extremists.
Russert: But Iraq is Sunnis fighting Shiites. Who’s the extremist?And that excerpt is a nutshell of how the whole interview went. Russert would ask a question, and Graham would make a speech. But this small tidbit snapped tendons in my eyeballs as they rolled back in my head.
Just so you know, Senator, the time we had to win World War II was less than the time we’ve taken to lose what is apparently World War III. And if this really is World War III, then I must say that I’m sorely disappointed. I was expecting something more, I dunno, apocolyptic I guess. I mean, if not the return of Christ in the clouds, at the very least rivers of human blood and molten steel emptying into a Sea of Dispair. You know, the fall of civilization.
Maybe it stems from my childhood, squeezing my knees against my chin under the desk as we pretended that the sky was melting from Soviet nukes. But I am terribly chagrined to know that World War III has consisted of nothing more than car bombs in Bagdad and molotov cocktails in Palestine. Shouldn’t we at least have Saudi Arabia in there? And maybe Turkey? With, you know, actual armies deployed in theater? I guess not. I’m not a politician, and so I don’t know these things.
Anyway, thanks for nothing. This has been the Millard Fillmore of Word Wars, and I for one am unimpressed. Now I know how cultists feel the day after the world was supposed to end. I guess we just have to get on with life. I’m going to run to the gas station before the oil companies hear your announcement. I frankly don’t think this World War has been worth an extra ten cents on the gallon, and I’m filling up before I have to pay it.