There's a really chilling piece on what's up in the Mideast over at Salon. You have to watch a commercial to read it, but it's not too painful.
In the piece, Scott Rosenberg speculates as to what, really, is the administration's foreign policy over there and suggests this as a fourth option:
"(4) There is no one at the wheel. "Let it play out" might be a calculated stance, but it could also be the pure deer-in-the-headlights paralysis of a White House that is so far out of its depth it cannot muster any sort of coherent response to a crisis. In other words, there might not be method to this madness; in the immortal words of Martin Sheen's Willard in "Apocalypse Now," 'I don't see any method at all.'"
I don't know about you, but my sinking-gut feeling is that this last scenario is the most likely."
It's worth a read, but for me that last one recalls those seven eternal minutes W spent reading My Pet Goat in the Florida classroom.
Deer in the headlights, indeed.