It was you, David Addington. You broke my heart.
I've already made my first somewhat-large change to my paper, totally independent of my advisor. I read a fun article this morning about a lovely man named David Addington who has apparently been the muscle behind Dick Cheney on executive privilege and torture and all kinds of neat stuff. (Reading this made me feel really out of the loop...I'd had those Post articles about Cheney sitting next to my bed for months now, but figured it was just all that "man-sized safe" stuff Jon Stewart was ragging him about. I suck.) This was actually a good discovery, because he makes a much more compelling villain in the whole "Geneva Conventions are quaint" debacle than Alberto Gonzales. Fredo's really kind of a dead weight; apparently Addington (along with John Yoo, who I already mentioned in the paper) was the real author of all the infamous memos. And Gonzales has no connections to the major neocon groups, whereas Addington's right there in the thick of things with Cheney. Works much better for my paper. Not as good for the country, but good for my paper. And isn't that really what matters.
ETA: Apparently I have some sort of cognitive block when it comes to Addington's name -- I keep wanting to call him Addison. (This happened when I was looking for him on Wikipedia, too.) Don't worry, I got it right in my paper.
ETA: Apparently I have some sort of cognitive block when it comes to Addington's name -- I keep wanting to call him Addison. (This happened when I was looking for him on Wikipedia, too.) Don't worry, I got it right in my paper.