Delusional

By Creature

Sen. Santorum and Rep. Hoekstra are still talking WMDs. You would think after all the ridicule they endured last week, following their desperate explosive announcement that WMDs had been found in Iraq, that they would lay off the topic. No, they're not that smart. In today's Wall Street Journal they opine for further declassification of the intelligence report that brought us last week's old breaking news. But here's the funny, they think the president would like to declassify the rest, but because of the liberal-left, alas, he cannot. Poor president, his hands are tied.

The president is the ultimate classifier and declassifier of information, but the entire matter has now been so politicized that, in practice, he is often paralyzed. If he were to order the declassification of a document pointing to the existence of WMDs in Iraq, he would be instantly accused of "cherry picking" and "politicizing intelligence." He may therefore not be inclined to act.

This is beyond delusional on the part of these two congressmen. If the real WMDs were found in Iraq, we would be seeing them paraded up and down Pennsylvania Avenue. Let it go guys, especially you, little Ricky; let it go. Life after politics will be okay. Think of all the time you'll have to spend doing fun things with your family...

In his Senate office, on a shelf next to an autographed baseball, Sen. Rick Santorum keeps a framed photo of his son Gabriel Michael, the fourth of his seven children. Named for two archangels, Gabriel Michael was born prematurely, at 20 weeks, on Oct. 11, 1996, and lived two hours outside the womb.

Upon their son's death, Rick and Karen Santorum opted not to bring his body to a funeral home. Instead, they bundled him in a blanket and drove him to Karen's parents' home in Pittsburgh. There, they spent several hours kissing and cuddling Gabriel with his three siblings, ages 6, 4 and 1 1/2. They took photos, sang lullabies in his ear and held a private Mass.

Ricky, it's no wonder that Pennsylvania has turned against you.

(Cross-posted at State of the Day.)