From what I've heard recently, Rummy came to the Pentagon with an attitude as great and wide as all outdoors, and pissed off the career military, the Army in particular, bigtime. The career military has repaid his disdain by keeping open their channels to the press, and leaving an audit trail of their reservations and concerns about doing "Operation Desert Dream" on the cheap, and so critically predicated on best-case assumptions. Once the fan-flung feces start landing all around the room, your uniforms will start piling on (as in "many of the people whose fingers you crush on your way up the ladder will be there with a bad attitude to greet you on your way down"), and we may look for the Rumster suddenly to yearn to "spend more time with his family." The Shrub could actually benefit from his supporters' tacit awareness that he's dumber'n catshit, and hence not to be held accountable for trotting whichever way his wicked handlers pointed him.

cordially,