The president is up early, already showered and preparing to shave. Wiping steam from the mirror, he grimaces slightly at his image.Obama
: Good grief, I look old. So much gray.Mirror: Aw, lighten up, Bo, it makes you look distinguished. You can’t wage war without a few streaks of worry showing in your face and hair.
Even my smile looks old. And by the way, Bo is the dog. I am Barack Obama. I am the president of the United States, leader of the free world.
Buddy was also a dog. What’s your problem?Nothing, just trying to keep you grounded. So what’s it going to be, Mr. Red Line? You going to go it alone?
What the hell?! What is wrong with David Cameron? I can’t count on anybody! (Obama nicks his chin.) First, John Boehner can’t get those tea party nitwits to do anything — anything! — and now the Brits won’t go with me to Syria. Where’s Tony Blair when you need him?! Probably making a pilgrimage someplace. Maybe I should become a Catholic, too. Then I can say, oops, I guess I was wrong, but, you know, I did what I thought was best.I’m not sure Cardinal Timothy Dolan would go for that after you, ahem, misled him on the whole religious liberty thing. But, hey, at least you’ve got the French.
Ah, oui. Assad must be terrified.But, yeah, Blair and Bush didn’t even have WMD. We at least know that Assad has chemical weapons and used them against his own people. You’re stuck with those images, buddy. Oh, sorry. Have you heard from Colin Powell?
Nooooooooo. (Chuckles.)Maybe he could help
I must be sick. Suddenly I want to talk to W, the poor slob. He got saddled with yellowcake. I’m yoked to red line. Why are we always talking in primary colors? I feel like an idiot. I’m not a war president! I’m an end-the-war guy. I’m a drone striker, not a missile cruiser. I just wanted to heal the sick, help the poor and maybe shift a tide here and there. I feel like I’m going to throw up. All those kids. Oh my god.
Well, if we learned anything from that fiasco, it’s that no matter how noble our intentions going in, we can’t control what happens the day after. And whatever worse is, worse will happen. It’s that damned red line. Why can’t I just say, look, all I said was there would be consequences and that Assad would be held accountable? That doesn’t mean I have to bomb Syria and possibly ignite a global war. Russia, Iran, Hezbollah — they’d love it. Better that I overstated a bluff than that I spill more blood and possibly enter into yet another endless war with people who will hate us no matter what. Without international support. Who knows where it will end?But the children, Mr. President. Those images. The suffering. 100,000 dead. Your credibility.
I know, I know.
(Obama presses a towel to his chin and reaches for his cell, punching 1 on speed dial.)
Hello, George? Got a minute?