Secretary of State Colin L. Powell, who urged the United Nations to endorse a war to strip Iraq of supposed weapons of mass destruction, conceded Saturday that Saddam Hussein's government may not have had such arms.
"What is the open question is how many stocks they had, if any, and if they had any, where did they go? And if they didn't have any, then why wasn't that known beforehand?"
Powell made the comments a day after David Kay, the leader of the U.S. search for banned weapons in Iraq, stepped down and said he did not believe there were any large stockpiles of chemical or biological weapons in the country.
So if Powell has real doubts, and if Kay doesn't believe they had WMDs, in sum, if there are such serious doubts now, how could there be no doubtin March of '03?
Ya know, our side never claimed Clinton didn't lie. We argued that a lie about a blowjob wasn't a BFD. So you should -- uh-oh -- you can't admit Bush lied. Using a lie to take the nation to war just might be the teeniest bit worse than lyin' bout gettin' yer dick licked.
I want one of you pinhead idiotlogues to rationally (I know that's tuff fer y'all.) explain to me how Bush isn't a liar, a delusional, or an idiot. Please. I'm achin' fer it.
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