It seems none of the recent public soapbox fixtures ever bothered reading up on how prisoner interrogations were conducted, and how intelligence was gathered, during the days when we actually won the wars we fought. Which begs the question: WTF do they know?
When it comes to Kathryn Bigelow’s “Zero Dark Thirty,” there are two kinds of people-- those who have seen it and those who should.
Emerging from any theater afterward, there will be two kinds of people-- those who grasp that enhanced interrogations save lives, and those who do not.
As a longtime member of the first group, I was gratified to the point of surprise that a product out of Hollywood depicted our harshest interrogations without an accompanying ham-fisted condemnation.
But the even greater praise for “Zero Dark Thirty” is that nor does it grab you by the lapels and...
A formal declaration of war is unequivocal--a pasty, clammy-handed politician with an eye on a perpetual seat in the hall won't like to be forced into a binary decision.