August 13, 2002
by P.M. Carpenter
Damn the torpedoes, Scuds, biological and chemical weapons, runaway budgets,
monstrous deficits, spiraling energy costs, precarious markets, exasperated
allies, and heaven knows how many truncated lives. Full speed ahead. W and Dick
want one man's head on a stick, so they're content to wish away any unpleasantness
around the edges. The allure of completing Papa B's Iraq-invasion vision is
just too tas