Hi guys. I'm going to ease back into blogging over the next week. If you want further baby updates, I'll have sporadic ones over at
my other blog (I've got a new post there right now).
But for now, back to politics. And specifically, those few special individuals in our planet that have earned the right to be called "chickenhawks". You know the ones -- be they politicians or pundits, eager to needlessly send off others to their deaths while they themselves sit safe and snug back home. These are also the same people who, when given the chance to carry a rifle on behalf of American ideals in the 60s and 70s, had "better things to do" than fight for American democracy.
So yeah -- too chicken to wear combat boots, but eager to send others off to die. There's a nice, special place in hell reserved for these asses.
Now get this -- the Bush Administration was in the midsts of a PR offensive to convince everyone that things were just peachy in Iraq (until reality intruded). You remember the deal -- schools were opening yadda yadda yadda. I'll let columnist Lawrence Korb take it from here:
The Defense Department invited 21 people to travel to Iraq from November 2 to 7 and told us that they would limit the delegation to 17. Of the original 21 invitees, only three of us accepted. Those who turned down the invitation included Fred Barnes, Jackson Diehl, William Safire and George Will. After they extended more invitations, eventually 10 people accepted.
Barnes, Will, Safire -- some of the administration's staunchest supporters, some of the "pundits" most willing to buy the admininstration's Iraq lies, most willing to whine about the "negative coverage" from Iraq, yet too afraid to make the Baghdad trip to see things for themselves.
So there you have it. Once a chickenhawk, always a chickenhawk.