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OLBERMANN: Now, as promised, a special comment on Michael Chertoff's gut. You have by now
heard the remark instantly added to our through the looking glass lexicon of the 21st century,
a time when we suddenly started referring to this country as the homeland, as if anybody
here has used that term since Charles Lindbergh or the German/American Bund in 1940.
Michael Chertoff's gut feeling, which he took pains to emphasize was based on no specific,
nor even vague intelligence - you got that right - that we are entering a period of increased
risk of terrorism here. He got as specific as saying that al-Qaeda seems to like the
summer, but as to the rest of it, he is perfectly content to let us sit and wait and worry and
to contemplate his gut.
His gut. We used to have John Ashcroft's major announcements. We used to have David Paulson's
breathless advisories about how to use duct tape against radiation attacks. We used to
have Tom Ridge's color coded threat levels. Now we have Michael Chertoff's gut.
Once, we thought we were tip toeing along a Grand Canyon of possible and actual freedoms
and civil liberties destroyed as part of some kind of nauseating, but ultimately necessary
and intricately designed plan to stop future 9/11's or even future Glasgow car bombers,
who wind up having to get out and push their failed weapons.
Now, it turns out, we are risking all of our rights and all of our protections, and risking
the anger and hatred of the rest of the world for the sake of Michael Chertoff's gut. I
have pondered this supreme expression of diminished expectations for parts of three days now.
I have concluded that there are only five explanations for Mr. Chertoff's remarkable
revelations about his transcendently important counter-terrorism stomach.
Firstly, Mr. Chertoff, you are, as Richard Wolfe said here the other night, actually
referencing not your gut, but your backside, as in covering it, C.Y.A. Not only has there
not been a terrorist attack stopped in this country, but your good old Homeland Security
has not even unraveled a plausible terrorist plan. You and your folks there have a different
kind of stomach pain, know that with a track record that consist largely of two accomplishments,
inconveniencing people at airports and scaring them everyone else, your department doesn't
know what the hell it is doing. And even you, Mr. Chertoff, know that.
Secondly, of course, there is the possible explanation of choice for those millions of
us who have heard the shrill and curiously timed cries of wolf over the last six years,
what we've called here the nexus of politics and terror. But there isn't anything cooking,
and your gut feeling was actually that you better throw up a diversion soon on Mr. Bush's
behalf for something real, like Republican revolt over Iraq, and the nauseating gut feeling
the rest of us have that we have gotten 3,611 Americans killed there for no reason; that
it was actually going to seep into the American headlines and American consciousness.
It is impossible to prove a negative, to guarantee that you and your predecessors deliberately
scared the American public just for the political hell of it, even though your predecessor,
Mr. Ridge, admitted he had his suspicions about exactly that. Suffice to say, Mr. Chertoff,
if it ever can be proved, there will be a lot of people from Homeland Security and other
outposts of this remarkably corrupt administration who will be going to prison.
Thirdly, and most charitably, I guess, Mr. Chertoff, there is the possibility that you
have made some credible inference, that we are really at greater risk right now, but
that any detail might blow some attempt at interruption. There is some silver lining
in this, but the silver lining would have been a greater one if this counter terrorism
center report had not leaked out the day after you introduced us to your gut. It was a report
suggesting that al-Qaeda had rebuilt its operational capacity to re-9/11 levels.
Not only did this latest hair on fire missive remind us that al Qaeda's regrowth has been
along the Pakistan/Afghan border; not only did it remind us that your boss let this happen
by shifting his resources out of Afghanistan to Iraq for his own vain an foolish purposes,
to say nothing of ignoring Pakistan; not only did it underscore the ominous truth that if
this country is victimized by al-Qaeda, the personal responsibility for the failure of
our misplaced defenses would belong to President Bush and President Bush alone.
On top of all of that, Mr. Chertoff, it revealed you for the phony expert you are, the kid
who hears in confidence something smart from somebody smart and then makes his prediction
that what the smart kid said confidentially is about to happen. It reads, just as you
revise the gut remark this morning sir, the informed opinion, the kid telling stories
out of school.
The fourth possibility is a simple reversal of third, Mr. Chertoff. You shot off your
basso (ph) and then this National Counter Terrorism Center report was rushed out, even
created to cover you, to give you credibility, to cloud the reality that you actually intoned
to the "Chicago Tribune" the 21st century equivalent of by the pricking of my thumb,
something wicked this way comes.
But the fifth possible explanation of your gut, Mr. Chertoff, is the real nightmare scenario,
and it is simple, that you, the man who famously told us Louisiana is a city that is largely
under water, meant this literally, that we really have been reduced to listening to see
if your gut will growl, that your intestines are our best defense, that your bowels are
our listening devices. Your digestive track is full augers. Your colon produces the results
that the torture at Gitmo does not.
All hail the prophetic gut.
So there are your choices, bureaucratic self-protection, political manipulation of the worst kind,
the dropping of opaque hints, a gaffe back filled by an instant report, or the complete
disintegration of our counter terrorism effort.
Even if there really is never another terror attempt in this country, we have already lost
too much in these last six years to now have to listen to Michael Chertoff's gut, no matter
what its motivation. We can not and will not turn this country into a police state. But
even those of us who say that most loudly and instantly acknowledge that some stricter
measures under the still stricter supervision of as many watch dogs as we can summon are
appropriate.
But you're not even going to ring any of that from us, Mr. Chertoff, if we're going to hear
remarks about your gut feelings. You have reduced yourself to the status of a hunch
driven clown. It is probable time you turned your task over to somebody who represents
the brain and not the gut. Certainly to somebody who does, as you do now, represent that other
part of the anatomy, the one through which the body disposes of what the stomach does
not want. Good night and good luck.