One would think that the smartest guy in the room would be able to make a sound decision about the mission in a snap. Now, we find that President MEssiah agonized for 16 hours. Yeah, Barry, it's tough at the top. Know what he was thinking for sixteen hours? No, not his golf game. Not the price of gasoline. For sixteen hours, two words occupied the President's mind:
Desert One.
Desert One.
Desert One.
The President of the United States was about to make a decision that would require that he place the future of his presidency and any hopes for re-election, into the hands of a bunch of young kids. Young military professionals. The very group of soldiers he and his fellow travelers have been reviling his entire adult life . . .
Delicious irony.