Former CIA director George Tenet is now passing the buck for Iraq back towards Dick Cheney, probably the war’s biggest supporter. In a new book written by the ex-spy chief, Tenet argues that Cheney, former Deputy Secretary of State Paul Wolfowitz and others within the Bush administration mishandled the CIA’s National Intelligence Estimate that concluded Saddam Hussein did indeed possess unconventional weapons and misused his “slam dunk” statement to support the weapons surveillance.

Tenet’s book, certainly not the first from a former administration official or ally, unfortunately serves as another example of someone directly involved with the war passing the buck up the chain of command. So much do people do that that it seems no one wants to take responsibility for this garbage. Cheney, several months ago during one of his softball batting practice sessions with Tim Russert, asserted that he had been influenced by the national intelligence estimate so much as to support the invasion.

Well see what happens. Naturally, this book will be all the chatter, but isn’t it just another example of people washing their hands of what is rightfully their responsibility. This attitude of exculpation has come from active war supporters including Colin Powell and Richard Pearl.

This however all comes as the Democratic House of Representatives considers issuing more subpoenas to the Bush administration for documents and testimony relating to U.S. Attorney firings as well as well as pre-war intelligence.

A good friend of mine is clearing out his house before it is sold. Last weekend I grabbed a book that his father, long deceased, had collected in the 1970’s. It is Inside the Company by Phillip Agee. I’ve heard his name before, but I’m not sure where.

  I think this book might be an entertaining read. I’ll suspend the urge to read criticism of it, be it on the Web or excerpted from old newspapers or journals because knowing what I do about the book right now, it seems like reading it’s reception could really hanker with my enjoyment of it.

  So far, I’m 30 pages in. It’s a breeze of a read so far. Maybe there are 400 pages altogether in the hardbound first-print that I have in my possession.

  Agee’s title is misleading. If a diary is something of a chronological recollection of events from a person’s day-to-day life, than Dick’s book is anything but a diary. I keep a journal most days and I don’t touch it. Once it is written in that’s it. Someday should my nieces of nephews or grandkids or strangers read it, they’ll find out some embarassing things about me I suppose.