FEOS wrote:
And I tire--rapidly--of people whose sum total of experience on the matter comes from the media. Not that I'm applying that characterization to GorillaTicTacs. He may very well have been privy to the raw intel, analysis, objectives, and strategic/operational level planning involved. I know for a fact that Dilbert wasn't.
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I'm no fan of Bush, but to characterize his first words in office as "bring me my blow" and "let's invade iraq" (or words to that effect, as I can't see the post right now) is ludicrous, and below the level of quality usually seen in Gorilla's posts. Expected from Dilbert, but not Gorilla.
Here's what we find out in 2004 after O'Neill is put out to pasture...
O’Neill declared that the overthrow of Saddam Hussein in Iraq was “Topic A” at the first National Security Council meeting of the new administration, which he attended, on January 30, 2001. “From the start, we were building the case against Hussein and looking at how we could take him out,” he said. “It was about finding a way to do it. That was the tone of it. The President saying, ‘Fine. Go find me a way to do this.’”
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But in the eyes of his colleagues in the Bush cabinet, the only question was how to obtain a suitable pretext for war. There was no objective examination of the question of weapons of mass destruction, which became the staple of Bush administration propaganda in the run-up to the war, O’Neill said.
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“In the 23 months I was there, I never saw anything that I would characterize as evidence of weapons of mass destruction,” he told Time. “There were allegations and assertions by people. But I’ve been around a hell of a long time, and I know the difference between evidence and assertions and illusions or allusions and conclusions that one could draw from a set of assumptions. To me there is a difference between real evidence and everything else. And I never saw anything in the intelligence that I would characterize as real evidence.”
As far as my own experience, besides being an intel analyst with ME specialty, was when I switched MOS and became a sysadmin (74B) keeping my security clearance. I was put in charge of babysitting the SIPRnet accounts for everyone up to the 2-star at a TSC in Germany. Normally, that computer was quiet as a mouse...just one sitting in a vault. Once a week I would need to scan something in to send from the G-2, or the 2 star might get an email that needed printed off and delivered. Feb 2001, it goes apeshit. 5 to 10 emails a day. Strangely:
- They were addressed to no one in particular, I had to decide by context of the content where to deliver them. They were obviously very hastily sent out, or form letters that had been in planning a long time and just thrown out as quick as possible.
- Some of them were directly signed off by Rumsfeld or one of his undersecretaries.
- Most of them were completely benign, things that came over the NIPRnet before. Nothing operationally secret. Basically, there was a new obsession with classifying EVERYTHING secret/top secret. This was the main reason for the 2000% jump in traffic.
- Without getting too specific, I'll just relay the first comments from the ASG CO, a colonel, when I delivered my first stack of crap that I couldn't figure out who they went to. He read the top letter and was like "Looks like we're going to a desert..." This was 14 Feb 2001. I remember because I nearly missed V-Day with my new redhead girl, I was there past 8pm running stuff to the ASG HQ, and the Colonel was with his (very hot) wife, otherwise alone (his brutal big german lady secreatary was gone for the day), in his office ready to take him out.
Once you knew this, what you saw on TV after 9/11 and how they made an almost rythmic progression to Iraq was not surprising, just surreal. You knew it was a done deal. You knew no matter what diplomatic measures were reported, no matter what inspectors Saddam let in, you already knew what the answer was and what the outcome was going to be. And you couldn't tell anyone around you, not because you were sworn to secrecy, but because you didn't want to break anyone's heart or secretly wishing you were wrong. It was like watching a shitty movie you already knew the ending to play out in slow motion.