Today's big story is, of course, Seymour Hersh's article on Bush and Iran. (Read it at: http://www.newyorker.com/fact/content/articles/060417fa_fact
if you haven't already). I've been reading a friend of a friend's personal reports (musings, experiences, frustrations, fears) from Iraq for about a year now. He's in MI, and he's been saying Iran is next for longer than I've been reading his stuff. He hadn't mentioned nukes, though; we've reached a whole new level of crazy here.
Meanwhile, The Raw Story reports that our intelligence on Iran's nuclear program is seriously impaired because the CIA team working on it included, you guessed it, Valerie Plame (story at: http://www.rawstory.com/news/2005/Outed_CIA_officer_was_working_on_0213.html
How badly was our monitoring capacity damaged? "Several intelligence officials described the damage in terms of how long it would take for the agency to recover. According to their own assessment, the CIA would be impaired for up to "ten years" in its capacity to adequately monitor nuclear proliferation on the level of efficiency and accuracy it had prior to the White House leak of Plame Wilson's identity." So we're considering nuking Iran to get rid of a nuclear program that we don't have good information on because our government decided it was more important to score political points than preserve the integrity of our intelligence operations. WTF.
Until recently I've been reluctant to support the idea of impeachment on the grounds that "President Cheney" sounded even more dangerous than "President Bush", and that if we could somehow take them both out we'd end up with Stevens, who would wreak irrecoverable damage on our environment. I'm getting less reluctant. At this point, we need anything that demonstrates that there are limits to presidential power, and in particular the power of commander in chief to engage in military action without the sanction of a congressional declaration of war.
At our house this morning we are grateful that we all have our Australian passports so we'll have somewhere to go, just in case.
Russ Feingold rocks like Gibraltar.