In other news . .
By . . . it’s been rumored that Douglas Feith is teh fucking stupid.
“[Feith] was sitting there munching a sandwich while he was talking to me,” Lang recalled, “which I thought was remarkable in itself, but he also had these briefing papers — they always had briefing papers, you know — about me.
“He’s looking at this stuff, and he says, ‘I’ve heard of you. I heard of you.’
“He says, ‘Is it really true that you really know the Arabs this well, and that you speak Arabic this well? Is that really true? Is that really true?’
“And I said, ‘Yeah, that’s really true.’
“That’s too bad,” Feith said.
I often tell my students that the only thing that gets me out of bed some days is the knowledge that I’ll be able to talk about this horrible era of American history for the rest of my professional life. In the back of my mind, though, I usually wonder if I’ll actually be capable of dealing with any of this without sounding like Lewis Black on a bad day.