And now let us pause to note recent developments…
The US resists the idea of UN inspectors returning to Iraq. Gotta wonder why, don’t you think? If we really had solid intelligence, the kind you got to war about, we would know that there are 100 scud missiles tipped with nuclear anthrax nerve gas in a warehouse at the corner of Saddam Street and Saddam Blvd. After all, isn’t that what “solid intelligence” is?
To prove our point, and put to rest any nasty rumors about planted evidence, what better that to have UN inspectors on the spot when we break down the door? After all, we have solid intelligence, don’t we? Well, don’t we?
No. We don’t. We never did. The Bushistas fell for the oldest trap in the Big Golden Book of Intelligence Blunders: upgrading flimsy rumors to solid gold intelligence because it fits with your preconceptions. Please note that when the US finally broke down and shared some of this precious intel with the inspectors, they came back bitching that they’d been sent on the chase for le grosse canard, and our solid gold intelligence is revealed to be l’merde. Not the real shit. Just shit. Approximately on the level of the now famouse Nigerian Uranium.
The absolutely, positively totally undeniable intelligence was crapola. But since everybody in the inner circle agrees completely with everybody in the inner circle, they sold themselves thier own bridge. They believe it. They’ll find it. Takes time. Could take months. Iraq is a big place, might not even find them till after, say, November of next year.
But now its bet-hedging time. Time to emphasize the important things, like how this was really all about freeing the Iraqi people, nothing so selfish and sordid as self defense. The ol’ “lipstick on the pig” stratagem.
If they had solid leads, they would love nothing more than have the UN inpectors there to rub thier collective nose in it, and publicly prove us right, them wrong.
And as I never tire of pointing out, with a $200K cash reward just sitting there, waiting to be picked up by the first entrepreneur willing to take the risk of ratting out a dead man, the line outside the Army Intelligence tent should be a mile long.
Let me further emphasize: I thought he had 'em too. Wasn’t willing to go to war over it, but I figured he had 'em. But for no other reason that he is/was an evil old bugger.
And you know what? That just ain’t good enough.