Monday, March 26, 2007

Oh, If Only

Alexander Cockburn, on the Iraq war's cheerleaders (via James Wolcott):
But today, amid Iraq's dreadful death throes, where are the parlor warriors? Have those Iraqi exiles reconsidered their illusions, that all it would take was a brisk invasion and a new constitution, to put Iraq to rights? Have any of them, from Makiya through Hitchens to Berman and Berube had dark nights, asking themselves just how much responsibility they have for the heaps of dead in Iraq, for a plundered nation, for the American soldiers who died or were crippled in Iraq at their urging ? Sometimes I dream of them, -- Friedman, Hitchens, Berman -- like characters in a Beckett play, buried up to their necks in a rubbish dump on the edge of Baghdad, reciting their columns to each other as the local women turn over the corpses to see if one of them is her husband or her son.
If Dante was on to something, that might just be in store for them yet.


Nat-Wu said...

Hell yeah, spank those unrepentant apologists for a war gone to hell. Or perhaps instead of verbal chastisement, they'd understand the reality of the situation better if they had to live there for a few years.

Xanthippas said...

Yes, and not in the Green Zone.