Yeah, yeah, I know. I shouldn't be surprised. Always a lot of unintended consequences when you go to war. If you want an omelet you're going to have to break a couple of eggs. Can't have yourself any cole slaw without slicing that head of cabbage into ribbons. No rashers of bacon will be eaten until someone rips the flesh off the belly of a pig.
You get the point. Well, it is becoming more and more evident that one of the weird repercussions of this whole Desert Storm II action is we may actually get ourselves a regime change, except the regime we seem destined to change is the one in London rather than the one in Baghdad. Right now, Tony Blair is about as popular as a termite infestation at a balsa wood factory, but less stable. And over on this side of the big pond, Karl Rove's major focus seems to be wearing out the Secretary of State like a 14 year old toothbrush that was used to clean steel wool. He has managed to dry up what previously seemed to be Colin Powell's unlimited store of credibility.
The problem is, the American public believes General Powell as much as it does not believe the President, whose personal credibility meter is running on empty. Perhaps having something to do with Saddam trying to kill his Daddy and all. So Rove keeps having to shove Powell up to the podium for damage control every time George Bush fails to make his point on multilateralism and its nascent international charms. Which lately has been often. Bush's recent Press Conference performance was like a recalcitrant child determined to do an awful job to prove to the adults that it was a bad idea all along and he was right in the first place, so there. Which meant, the next day, Colin Powell smiled at the camera and talked like a grown up scraping the residue from the corners of the credibility barrel.
This war better start quick, Colin Powell is running out of barrels.
Will Durst thinks this war is like the first round of a Mike Tyson fight. The economy blows because nobody wants to be at the refrigerator when the fight starts, because its only going to last 49 seconds. And he'll see you at Spring Training where he'll watch our boys of summer in the orange scented sun at his annual beer beef and baseball bash.