And speaking of the merry band in the bunker...

...from Corrente...

But this is Three Stooges territory. Backed into a corner, the boys would hold drinking glasses up to their eyes, because you can’t hit a guy wearing glasses.

Damned if it doesn’t work just the same when you randomly and disastrously start a war. You become unassailable because you’re “a war president.” Your war, no matter how juvenile its rationale, planning, and execution, is by definition too serious to seriously question.