It's more or less 6:30pm in Baghdad, unless I'm very much mistaken, and the sun's been down for twenty minutes or so. It looks like there may be war before dawn. Or maybe tomorrow - same bagh-time, same bagh-channel.
I am still ambivalent about the whole enterprise, but that's not really an issue now. Now we hope, and the prayerfully minded pray, for the best possible outcome: a quick surrender, few deaths, a rebuilding accomplished with skill and delicacy, a sobering reminder of the responsibilities and obligations of being (as we have now proclaimed ourselves to be) the world's policeman.
How do you like our new mantle? Heavy, isn't it?