Please, please, please, please, please, please let Seymour Hersh be wrong. Because being right is just too fucking horrifying to contemplate. All of this talk about keeping America safe and protecting the homeland and the Long War…no. No, no, no.

I have had enough of these dickless jet jockeys masturbating over their war plans and visions of empire. If you drop a nuclear weapon in Iran, the Salafis and the president of Iran and every Islamist asshole will get what he wants: war with the West. There will be car bombs and hijackings and mortar attacks and every kind of violence that will lead to a death spiral of revenge killings and recruitment drives for both sides. No. No, goddammit, no.

And all I can think about now is Abraham Lincoln: “I have been driven many times upon my knees by the overwhelming conviction that I had nowhere else to go.” I’m not a praying man, but, please, if there is a God, send down a rain of common sense on the world. And, failing that, sex scandals, mass resignations and impeachment. I want bad guys brought to justice, but, Jesus Christ, nuclear weapons aren’t the way to do it.