Former Secretary of State Winnie the Powell today pronounced the pre-war rhetoric coming from the White House "too blustery." Speaking to Stern Magazine after a nice mid-afternoon honey-dip Powell said that he supposed that the US was sometimes "too loud, too direct..." Presumably, quiet and circumspect would have carried the day. There's a beehive metaphor busting to get out also. You know the one. The simple-minded preznet approaches the hive, licking his lips just thinking about the sweet black honey only to get his snout stung once the hive is disturbed. "Should have left that beehive alone, silly bear," says Christopher (Robin) Dodd.
Okay enough of that. I have nothing against Powell other than he struck me as being too much of a diplomat when I would have preferred a warrior, which he was for most of his storied career. Just sort-of apologizing for his president makes him look a little too eager to please his audience.
Wouldn't now have been a great opportunity to say something like, "You know, I had to play the role of good cop when I was running the State Department. Somebody had to, and it came down to me. But now that I am a private citizen and I no longer speak for the government, let me just say that the German and French governments acted like a couple of spoiled children in the lead up to the war. Actually, the Chirac government was the spoiled one--and now we know why, with all that's coming out about Saddam's payoff--Berlin was merely Paris' toady. And look what it got you.
"You people are running around trying to get a sloppy, badly written constitution passed while your cities are under siege from a radical Islamist insurgency that you refuse to acknowledge or confront. Meanwhile, America, along with Great Britain, God bless her, has taken on the task of ridding the world of the very same scourge that threatens your continent and I have to come hat-in-hand to ask your country for some measly support? We weren't about to actually expect help, because your military has been gutted beyond recognition to make way for the welfare state, so all we were asking for was a bit of lip service. And what do we get? The back of the hand from the French, who incidentally, we saved from the Germans. And after rebuilding Germany, which, let's face it didn't really deserve it, your guy goes over and kisses the buttocks of that smarmy ex-mayor of Paris! You people make me sick.
"And don't get me started on WMDs. You are to blame for that snafu, not me. If a dirty bomb or chemical whatchamacallit explodes in Frankfurt don't be surprised if it turns out that it came from Saddam's old stockpile, which just happened to be buried somewhere in the Bekaa Valley while you and Jackie were stalling for time.
"Now if you will excuse me, I have wasted enough time sitting in front of you craven idiots."
Or something like that.