PowerFools publishes autofellating book review

Fuming over a perceived lack of objectivity infused in the universally horrible reviews of Douglas (”the stupidest fucking guy on the Planet”) Feith’s book War and Decision by independent journalists, not-Assrocket of the Powerline blog offers what he believes is a more pristine and unbiased review from — get this — Douglas (”the stupidest fucking guy on the Planet”) Feith:

The Washington Post has run two hatchet jobs on the book. Thomas Ricks and Karen DeYoung looked through the book for newsworthy items they were able to find in the few hours after they obtained a leaked copy of the not-fully-edited typescript in which to glance at the book and interview Feith and Paul Bremer. A cynic might accuse them of “cherry-picking” the book to suit an agenda. The Ricks/DeYoung article elicited a brief response from the book’s publisher.

Dana Milbank attended the CSIS discussion of the book last Thursday. It’s clear from his article that Milbank hasn’t cracked the book open. That will have to do for readers of the Post, which has advised Mr. Feith that no review of the book is forthcoming in their pages because Ricks and DeYoung have already written about it.

We invited Mr. Feith to preview the book in his own words for our readers. He has graciously responded.

Naturally, what follows is mostly a monumental pile of bullshit from Feith contradicting years of reports and mountains sworn testimony from officials before Congress about the lack of planning for post-invasion Iraq. Accompanied by some kind words by not-Assrocket about the author of the book yet another critic called a “Creepy Polemic” intended to rationalize the Iraq War:

As the former U.S. undersecretary of defense for policy, Feith was “inside the Pentagon at the dawn of the war on terrorism,” as the subtitle says. His book is billed as the first insider’s account of the decisions taken just after Sept. 11, 2001, and how they resulted in the U.S.-led invasion of Iraq.

How candid is he? Put it this way: If Feith told me it was raining, I’d step outside and get wet before believing him.

From start to finish, this book seeks to revise what the author calls “the now-standard story” that depicts President George W. Bush and his advisers “as militaristic and reckless, closed-minded and ideological, thoughtless at best and even dishonest — and hell-bent on war with Iraq from the Administration’s inception.”

Like the president he served, Feith is arrogantly unwilling to question the wisdom of what the Bush administration has done. There’s no action, no matter how disastrous the consequence, that he isn’t prepared to defend.

We’d expect no less from the pack of clueless assholes who once opined that President Bush was “A man of extraordinary vision and brilliance approaching to genius” and waxed enthusiastically about the excellence of Michael “Brownie” Brown’s disastrous and pathetic appearance before a House subcommittee investigating Brown’s even more disastrous performance as head of FEMA responding to Katrina, explaining that, after all, “Michael Brown didn’t flood New Orleans” and so attempts to hold him accountable for FEMA’s response were absurd. For a witless group which can fluff Bush’s intellect and Brownie’s competence, clearly fluffing Feith’s veracity and integrity poses little challenge.