I find it difficult to credit the idea that there was ever any chance that the war with Iraq could be averted.
Much has been made by some posters, to this and other threads, of Bush’s “consultation” with the UN. Why this should be held to be impressive escapes me. Our Leader has made no secret of his intention to proceed with regime change regardless. The only UN decision he will accept is enthusiastic approval for what he intends to do anyway.
Suppose I stop you on the street, and put a gun to your face and say “I’m going to blow your head off. However, first I will consult with my Mom. If she agrees that that is the correct course of action, she can help me blow your head off. If she fails in her duty and moral responsibility to agree, I’m going to blow your head off - with the help my friends.” Well, whoop-de-fuck-a-doo. Consultation.
The inspection by the UN is an apparent ploy to gain some kind of control over the situation. It is almost certainly doomed to fail.
Whats especially odd is that if Saddam bin Laden is the evil conniving bugger that he purported to be, and I have little doubt that he is, complete and utter compliance with the UN is a perfect ploy. If he destroys everything he has, turns over reams of evidence that it will takes months to confirm, he gains everything. He is shown to the world, most especially the Moslem world, as the victim of the Great Satan. Once everybody goes away, he can re-make any of these weapons at his convenience.
Be that as it may, the hawks have painted themselves, and us, into a corner. They cannot back down. And once war begins, they must go all the way, house to house through Baghdad if necessary. At what cost? Who knows. Will Iraqis resist a foreign invader? Who wouldn’t?
Whats most galling is having opposed this monstrosity every step in the way, I must now hope that everything comes up roses for Our Leader. I must hope that our forces are instantly triumphant, and he comes gallumphing back with Saddam’s head on a pike, to the cheers and plaudits of a grateful nation. I have to hope that. Because the alternative is dreadful. A disaster where I can point a finger and say “I told you so!” is too hideous to contemplate. I have to hope that it is thier soldiers who must be sacrificed, thier children orphaned, thier streets filled with reeking “collateral damage”. Not ours. And I sincerely loathe the men who have forced that upon me.
And the final insult? We couldn’t quite manage to extend benefits for our unemployed. Can’t seem to find the extra money for health insurance for our children. But war? Ah, well, thats different.
Shit like this makes the Baby Jesus pukes His little guts out.