PM Carpenter: He's nuts -- absolutely, certifiably, unmistakably nuts

I hesitate to write this morning about you know who addressing you know what yesterday, since everyone with a word processor and a conscience has already done just that. But sometimes an overloaded bandwagon is the only way to travel.

Like you, I'm sure, I was dumbfounded at Mr. Bush's saber rattling redux yesterday morning, before what looked like an equally dumbfounded press corps. It was like watching a slo-mo of a football play gone horribly wrong -- with each videotaped replay you cringe; you know what's going to happen and you're powerless to stop it. Except the consequences of this replay, of course, are worse to the power of ten.