Remember Baghdad Bob, or whatever he was called -- Saddam’s
spokesman back in 2003: Who, as
our forces closed in -- smoke visible on the horizon, and rumors of war in the
rear -- still giddily chattering to the cameras that all was well, the U.S. Army
was nowhere near? It made a
kind of sense: His manner
seemed to say, “I have to say these things because otherwise Saddam will have my balls for breakfast;
but I’m saying them in a silly way, so that the victorious occupation
forces won’t treat me like a hardliner, but maybe will allow me to become the
host of a game show."
Understood. But
why, in the name of all that’s nameable, has the State Department, in these
parlous times, chosen a spokeswoman who looks and sounds like an ex-cheerleader
(maybe not so ex-, in fact), bubble-headed and unbelievable? Tonight, defending the Administration’s
apparent intention of rolling forward with violent intervention without waiting
for the U.N. report (though there is no threat to the homeland, immediate or
otherwise) nor for a sorting-out of just who gassed whom when and why, she sounded like a Barbie doll, or even
a Betsy-Wetsy.
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