Letters to the president from  his ardent admirer Belacqua Jones
  
 Dear George,
  
 Two words explain why victory is  ours in Iraq: pathological  rationalism. This dynamic allows us to pursue a linear course  of action driven by a series of if/then constructions that move us forward  regardless of the consequences of these  actions. Translation: staying the course no  matter how deep the shit is.
  
 Take  Iraq. The  logic of it all sings. Controlling oil in the  Middle East is a matter of national  security. We lost a client state when the Iranian revolution  swept the shah out of office. So when the Neocons came to  power, it seemed only logical to replace  Iran with  Iraq, especially  since between the first gulf war and our draconian sanctions, the regime was too  weak to stand. A cakewalk, as one sage put it.
  
 And, what the hell, while we were  at it, why not democratize and secularize the whole region, another cakewalk for  the world’s sole surviving superpower. 
  
 It is a basic precept of  pathological rationalism that once an action is initiated, it continues even if  all the premises upon which the action was based turn out to be  wrong. And when it came to  Iraq, they were  about as dead wrong as you could get.  
  
 But, that doesn’t  matter. It is far better to bleed slowly to death than to lose  face by admitting a mistake.  
  
 Besides, as a western democracy  we are entitled to take whatever we want because the purity of our motives are  always above reproach regardless of our  actions. Columbus  established this precedence when he Christianized the natives by enslaving  them.  
  
 It’s only  right. We are rational; they are  irrational. We practice the serene violence of the civilized;  they practice the savage violence of the barbarian. We  practice policy while they practice passion. 
  
 Policy is the sand we spread to  absorb and conceal the pools of blood we leave in our  wake. Madness poured into the mold of policy is no longer  madness. As policy, madness becomes clarity of vision as seen  through the opaque lens of ideology. 
  
 The reason you have christened  this The Long War is because we will plod on and on until we have shed so much  blood that we finally see a return on our success, no matter how small or  insignificant that success is.  
  
 To the pathologically rational  mind, whatever is posited is. A policy promulgated defines  reality and in doing so transcends the grim, unpredictable concreteness of fire,  earth, water and air as it orbits in the ethereal realm of fantasy where all is  well that ends well.
  
 Your admirer,
 Belacqua Jones
  
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