Future Cialis spokesmodel Richard Perle took to the pages of The National Interest to assure us that it was most certainly not his fault. What wasn't his fault, you ask? It, that's what wasn't, none of it. Typically when a rat leaves a sinking ship, it attempts to make the escape while the fucker's still partly above water at least, but to each rodent his own pace, I suppose. The intellectual acumen on display is proof--if you needed any more of it--that the Lord Baby Jesus loves mediocrities most among us: he fucks the poor and helpless, he makes geniuses mad, poor, or syphilitic, but Richard Perle has the ear of presidents and potentates, plus a cushy gig writing exculpatory fantasies in various subsidized publications.
It's all done in a tone of mock reasonableness mixed with aggrieved resignation, suggesting a man who's come home from a tough day at work to tell the wifea honey-you-won't-believe story, even as he forgets to tell her that in fact he was fired. Skim it and see what I mean. Of all its revisionisms, one strikes me as the most compellingly retarded:
OUR PRE-9/11 concept of security assumed that terrorists wished to survive their attacks.Richard Perle, meet October 23, 1983.