Thursday, July 14, 2005

Remember the legend of Icarus? He was some Greek infidel who glued feathers to his arms and learned to fly. But then he got cocky, flew too close to the sun, and his feathers melted off. Needless to say, it was a l-o-o-o-n-g way down. That's essentially what has happened to the Bush Administration. After their surprising success in Afghanistan they got cocky and decided, what the heck, let's invade Iraq and get rid of that troublemaker over there. What's his name? Yeah, Saddam something.

Bush, however, refuses to acknowledge reality and he's still up there furiously flapping his bare arms.

The most recent feather to melt off is in the form of Douglas J. Feith. He is--or was--a top Pentagon war planner who was deeply involved in drawing the plans to invade my peace-loving paradise of bloody oppression.... But hey, no one's perfect, right?

Feith now admits that there were "significant missteps" in the war plan, which was apparently drawn up after a late night of drinking. One of those errors was the delay in transferring power to the new Iraqi government.

Feith also says that there was some debate over whether the invasion force was big enough or too small. He now admits that it should have been larger.

Hell, maybe he should have asked a woman. They'll always tell you big is better.