Kevin Horrigan admires William Kristol. You have to admire someone who just wonít give up....
NEOCONSERVATIVES -- NEVER APOLOGIZE, NEVER EXPLAIN By Kevin
Horrigan
St. Louis Post-Dispatch July 20, 2004
http://www.fortwayne.com/mld/newssentinel/news/editorial/9197135.htm
I like a guy who won't quit.
I like the Black Knight in "Monty Python and the Holy Grail," his arm whacked
off with a broadsword, saying, "It's just a flesh wound."
I like Wile E. Coyote.
I like Paul Newman in "Cool Hand Luke," letting George Kennedy beat the snot
out of him.
I like Roy McAvoy, Kevin Costner's character in "Tin Cup," who only needs to
lay up on the 18th hole to win the U.S. Open but decides to drive over the water
to the green. And splashes a dozen balls. "Greatness courts failure," says Tin
Cup.
And I like William Kristol, the editor of the Weekly Standard, the
Rupert Murdoch-owned neoconservative newsweekly. Undaunted by the polls,
undaunted by the events of the past year, Kristol forges on in defense of the
war in Iraq that he and his neocon pals so desperately wanted.
"What the Bush campaign must do is remind Americans that the Iraq war was no
mistake -- that the case for the war was and is compelling, and that it used to
be bipartisan," Kristol writes in the Standard's July 19 issue.
I love that. Committees and commissions in this country and Great Britain
stumble over themselves plumbing the depths of the Iraq mistake, and Kristol
stands tall. He could take the easy way out, like Democrats, and say he was lied
to. He could weasel like Republicans and blame it on the CIA. But no, he stands
tall.
He is like Santiago, the fisherman in Ernest Hemingway's The Old Man and
the Sea. The marlin darn near kills him, but he lashes it to the boat and
heads back to shore, worried that the people who would eat the flesh of his
marlin aren't worthy, only to find sharks ripping great chunks of fish and
leaving only the skeleton.
This is where Kristol and the neocons are today. We are not worthy of their
war. The whole neoconservative deal started with Leo Strauss at the University
of Chicago teaching young saps that they were philosopher-kings who had to take
action that the hoi polloi wouldn't understand.
As author James Mann discusses in his new book Rise of the Vulcans,
the neocons went to ground during the Clinton administration, waiting for an
empty vessel they could fill. Along comes George W. Bush, who had barely ever
been out of the country and whose views on foreign policy were -- shall we say
-- unformed. By the time you looked around, the neocons had set up shop:
Scooter Libby was running Vice President Dick Cheney's office, which was
running the White House; and Cheney's old pal and boss, Donald Rumsfeld, was
running the Pentagon with the help of Paul Wolfowitz and Douglas Feith; and
every eager-beaver Young Republican in the country was walking around with the
Standard in his jacket pocket; and they had Bush so locked, cocked and
ready to rock that the dust at Ground Zero was still settling and he was already
looking for an excuse to invade Iraq.
So now all the flesh has been ripped off the fish by predators (Democrats,
media people, Quisling Republicans); CIA director George Tenet has been tossed
over the side (wait `til he writes HIS book), as has Ahmed Chalabi, war
provocateur and one-time neocon poster child. The president has made nice with
France, of all places, and checked in with the United Nations before installing
Chalabi's old rival as Iraq's prime minister.
It's a bad time to be a neocon. All of their assumptions were wrong. Postwar
Iraq turned out to be a dog's breakfast. The high-tech, high-speed military is
so desperate for troops it's planning to offer bonuses of up to $10,000 to
sailors and airmen who would otherwise muster out of the Navy and Air Force. The
weapons of mass destruction haven't been found and democracy isn't flowering.
But still, Bill Kristol is standing tall.
I think of what Tin Cup McAvoy tells Romeo, his caddy, about risks that don't
pay off: "If I had it to all over again, I'd still hit that shot."
And Romeo says, "Man, you'd bury yourself alive just to prove you could
handle the shovel."
Which brings us to President Bush. He was out on the campaign trail last week
saying it was OK to invade Iraq because Saddam "had the capability of producing
weapons of mass murder and could have passed that capability to terrorists bent
on acquiring them."
Be afraid, Canada. Be very afraid.
--Kevin Horrigan is a columnist for the St. Louis Post-Dispatch.
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