I'd prefer that Kristol be the guest of Iraqi insurgents...
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And of course, in a more just world (or one in which the iron law of karma worked its magic in a Hollywood action film style of comeuppance) he, and all his war-architecting friends would find themselves in a variety of uncomfortable situations.
But we know the odds are against this.
Far more likely, in about 30 years - give or take - he'll emerge from seclusion in his lakefront home where, we can safely guess, there's a study with a stunning view of the lake. A huge, mahogany desk is a prominent feature of the room and atop the desk, there's a small pewter statue of an American bald eagle, probably depicted in the predator pose, about to scoop up some hapless field mouse.
Whichever digital rights management locked down, high definition television network still bothers to have a "news" division in 2036 will be granted an interview. The old man's pushing a book-download (there's a game tie-in): "Iraq: Triumph of Freedom" the title if, after years of strife, the Iraqis recover from the invasion, occupation and sectarian war period to become a prosperous nation - credit for the achievement will be claimed by elderly Americans who did everything in their power to prevent it while they were relatively young and full of imperial dreams. Alternatively, if Iraq becomes a permanent wasteland, the playground of violent freebooters of all types the book's title might be "Iraq: how the Left lost the Middle East".
Of course, only a certain sort of old, politically minded person cares one way or the other about any of this.
In New York's Times Square, a young couple walks through the rain as the aged Kristol's image shimmers from a giant, flat screen monitor. In one of the screen-within-screen corners of the display, a Chinese ad for bio-tech baby enhancement services plays ("Doesn't your baby deserve synthesized Einstein DNA?").
Then again...
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