Vid Ex-CIA Officer: Don’t Be Surprised If Iran Tests A Nuclear Bomb Tomorrow
“Iran is a black hole”.
“Iran is a black hole”.
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If Iran were to test a nuke tomorrow, I wouldn’t be surprised, either. The NIE report is a national disgrace, and anybody who denies the inescapable inevitability of war with Iran before 2010 is deluded.
Make a choice: Pancake Iran with bombs today, or watch over 400,000 troops tie their boot laces within 2-3 years.
It. Is. Going. To. Happen.
December 10th, 2007 at 8:19 amLured away, eh? Did the CIA use Val Plame/Wilson and her Barbie-wanna-be-bod to lure them away?
Bob Baer, how much is Bush/Cheney/Rove/Halliburton paying you, huh? You just want Iran’s oil for them …
Exactly why can’t you just accept the NIE and Ted Kennedy’s “intelligence” on this matter?
Cripes Almighty!
Can we name this disease of denial Neville Chamberlain Syndrome already?
December 10th, 2007 at 8:26 amI know it does not apply but there is no place for general posts or discussion. I just had to share this one.
A Different Christmas Poem
The embers glowed softly, and in their dim light,
I gazed round the room and I cherished the sight.
My wife was asleep, her head on my chest,
My daughter beside me, angelic in rest.
Outside the snow fell, a blanket of white,
Transforming the yard to a winter delight.
The sparkling lights in the tree I believe,
Completed the magic that was Christmas Eve.
My eyelids were heavy, my breathing was deep,
Secure and surrounded by love I would sleep.
In perfect contentment, or so it would seem,
So I slumbered, perhaps I started to dream.
The sound wasn’t loud, and it wasn’t too near,
But I opened my eyes when it tickled my ear
Perhaps just a cough, I didn’t quite know,
Then the sure sound of footsteps outside in the snow.
My soul gave a tremble, I struggled to hear,
And I crept to the door just to see who was near.
Standing out in the cold and the dark of the night,
A lone figure stood, his face weary and tight.
A soldier, I puzzled, some twenty years old,
Perhaps a Marine, huddled here in the cold.
Alone in the dark, he looked up and smiled,
Standing watch over me, and my wife and my child.
“What are you doing?” I asked without fear,
“Come in this moment, it’s freezing out here!
Put down your pack, brush the snow from your sleeve,
You should be at home on a cold Christmas Eve!”
For barely a moment I saw his eyes shift,
Away from the cold and the snow blown in drifts..
To the window that danced with a warm fire’s light
Then he sighed and he said “Its really all right,
I’m out here by choice. I’m here every night.
So that your family can sleep without fright.
It’s my duty to stand at the front of the line,
That separates you from the darkest of times.
No one had to ask or beg or implore me,
I’m proud to stand here like my fathers before me.
My Gramps died at ‘Pearl on a day in December,”
Then he sighed, “That’s a Christmas ‘Gram always remembers”
My dad stood his watch in the jungles of ‘Nam’,
And now it is my turn and so, here I am.
I’ve not seen my own son in more than a while,
But my wife sends me pictures, he’s sure got her smile.
Then he bent and he carefully pulled from his bag,
The red, white, and blue… an American flag.
I can live through the cold and the being alone,
Away from my family, my house and my home.
I can stand at my post through the rain and the sleet,
I can sleep in a foxhole with little to eat.
I can carry the weight of killing another,
Or lay down my life with my sister and brother..
Who stand at the front against any and all,
To ensure for all time that this flag will not fall.”
“So go back inside,” he said, “harbor no fright,
Your family is waiting and I’ll be all right.”
“But isn’t there something I can do, at the least,
“Give you money,” I asked, “or prepare you a feast?
It seems all too little for all that you’ve done,
For being away from your wife and your son.”
Then his eye welled a tear that held no regret,
“Just tell us you love us, and never forget.
To fight for our rights back at home while we’re gone,
To stand your own watch, no matter how long.
For when we come home, either standing or dead,
December 10th, 2007 at 8:29 amTo know you remember we fought and we bled.
Is payment enough, and with that we will trust,
That we mattered to you as you mattered to us.”
Say it isn’t so!
I am shocked, shocked I tell you
December 10th, 2007 at 8:36 amThis country has not had a competent intelligence community since the Eisenhower administration. The only way they won’t develop a weapon is if we stop them with force.
Idiots seem to think we can stop them by offering carrots. Who says they want carrots, when they can have a nice juicy steak instead?
On the other hand, no one likes a poke in the eye with a stick.
December 10th, 2007 at 8:42 amIs there a transcript of this interview? Anyone got a link to it?
December 10th, 2007 at 9:24 am