Slip sliding away, slip sliding away You know the nearer your destination, the more you’re slip sliding away The blip that Secretary Powell’s presentation to the United Nations registered on the War Party’s recorder has quickly become a distant memory. Crossing the threshold of credibility perhaps one too many times, that drum beat is beginning to sound less like a respectable march to war than a red-faced bureaucrat pounding his desk. They’re slipping. To my surprise, I’m even hearing familiar voices, friends and family who have been loyal to the president, those whom I never expected to cast a shadow … Continue reading My Friends and Family Are Coming Around