One thing about that glorious era known as the run-up to the Iraq war is that I learned what it was like to be gaslighted. I must be crazy! I thought, sometimes. Part of the reason this blog exists - it gave my feeling of crazy an outlet.
Supporting it was a great career move for many. Well, not so much the dead people. I suppose that being able to come up with really shitty arguments in favor of even shittier ideas is the mark of a good pundit. That and honing your hippie punching skills. Can't have a horrible war based on false premises (I mean lies) without punching some hippies for good measure. What would be the point?
