The Powell of positive thinking
Colin Powell is making the rounds, marketing a book on how you, too, can lead the life of an avuncular mass-murderer. One can only hope this is niche marketing.
Powell's "regrets, I've had a few" nonchalance about his role in selling the wanton slaughter of tens of thousands of Iraqis is perhaps more disturbing than if he'd clung to the idea that he didn't sell a pack of lies at the UN.
The former Secretary of State carefully circumscribes his little foible, his greasing the skids to an epic massacre—costly in most every way... except to his acceptance as a sage authority.
His (nano-) second thoughts impress Jon Stewart as a sign of the uniquely high ethics the liberal host ascribes to military folk.
Even now, Powell insists he had believed what he was saying was factual... and that much of it really was. Further, he still thinks the mission was worth accomplishing.
A lot of that information was on point. I can tell you right now that if Saddam Hussein stayed there, if his regime had stayed in place, and he got out of UN sanctions, we would have seen weapons of mass destruction come back. He had the capability and he had used them before against his own people. I'm glad he's gone. I'm glad the Iraqi people have a chance to build a more stable, diplomatically proper representative government.
And could there be a better role model of diplomatic propriety than 21st century America? I think not!
Powell makes it clear that what he's selling is optimism. Key lessons he offers are "it will look better in the morning" and "perpetual optimism."
He admits that such optimism may be wholly unwarranted. But it's empowering stuff, and that's the important thing.
Little matter that it may give one the blind-eyed gumption to commit and then shrug off atrocities.
If you, say, wrongly condemned millions of people to death, dismemberment, or displacement, it might lead to a touch of self-doubt. A DECtalk would choke on glibly saying "you have to get over it" about such a "blot." But not our great man, and not Team America!
(h/t Raw Story)
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