Here we are, at the cliff’s edge of a war with Iran.
Just where we want to be, right? It makes for such good television: “We were cocked and loaded,” “Ten minutes to go I asked how many would be killed.”
Really? Traditional process for deciding whether to risk our sons and daughters has the military offering at least three different options, with likely outcomes like kill levels included in each.
Evidently we didn’t need that this time around because our president trusts his gut. Thank heaven the rest of us had 10 minutes to spare.