From nojo:
“If you’re old,” the tweet requested Thursday night, “please attach a link to your 2003 take on the invasion of Iraq to your 2020 take on Iran.”
We are old, but we wouldn’t be blogging for another five years, so we have no links to offer.
But we remember.
We remember the run-up, desperately seeking sources — mainly printed — that would see the situation clearly, not feeling rushed by the incessant we must invade now chants being issued by our nation’s illegitimate leadership.
We remember the futility of opposition, our liberal leaders running scared that they wouldn’t be seen as sufficiently willing to beat the shit out of anyone arbitrarily designated our enemy.
We remember the hubris, the certainty that we had but to snap our fingers — and drop a ton of bombs — to bend the world to our will.
We remember the night the bombs dropped, thinking don’t fuck this up.
And we remember the museum.
The bombs dropped March 15, 2003. Combat was declared over — MISSION ACCOMPLISHED — five weeks later, on May 1.
The Iraq National Museum was looted April 10.