Do you remember when you were a kid and you egged on your younger siblings to do something really stupid, like skateboard down the bannister or play with matches in the garage, and as the whole catastrophe unfolded, and Mom started screaming, and Dad hurtled toward meltdown, and your little brothers and sisters wailed away, and the ambulance or fire engine whipped into the driveway, you just stood there saying, “Well, I didn’t make them do it!”? Remember anything like that?
If you do, then there’s no need for you to read “What the Brits Thought” by Andrew Sullivan. Or pretty much any other Iraq-war-in-retrospect piece he’s written.
