Monday, February 24, 2003

My Powell Moment

You know, through the whole Iraq talk I've always been willing to be converted. I'm a bit more skeptical than the Cohens, Raspberrys, McCrory's of the world who were so desperate for Colin Powell to tell them that everything was okay about this endeavour, but I've honestly been openminded about this thing all along. I kept waiting for the secret special evidence, and all I ever got were more lies. My Powell conversion never came. Theirs did, but now they have buyer's remorse.

And, once enough people decided accusing anti-war folk of being commies, or appeasers, or Saddam lovers, or dictator supporters, or America-haters, or whatever it is this week, was the way to make the case, it was pretty clear to me that there was no case to be made, or at least none that was being made. Saddam bad. Gassed his own people. Aluminum tubes. Weapons of Mass Destruction. Protesters giving Saddam what he wants. Peace folk "objectively pro-Saddam." Saddam is Hitler, anti-war folk Chamberlain. What horseshit - nothing but fearmongering and McCarthyism redux.

As much as I think the War Hawks and their supporters are leading us down the path to danger and ruin, and despite their rhetorical quirks, I never (except as parody) accuse them of wanting the terrorists to kill us all. Since they're gonna win win the policy debate on this one, I hope they're right and I'm wrong.