If we snooped them, they probably snooped us. Somewhere there may be a recording of the moment the ill-fated invasion of Iraq was decided:
Dick: Now that the Taliban are gone, lets smash Saddam!
Colin: What if something goes wrong? Iraq is far more populated than Afghanistan.
W: Don't worry, Colie, we whacked the Taliban real good.
Colin: Actually, we don't know where the Taliban went. Intel didn't find enough bodies to account for most. They may be hiding in caves and hills.
Dick: You worry too much. They are gone for now; let the next prez worry about them coming back out.
Colin: I don't want to foul my legacy with a war gone wrong.
W: Don't worry, Colie, Dickie is an expert on blaming it on the Dems in the off case shit comes back later. Look, I almost choked on a pretzel the other day; life is short; go for the ball now!
Dick: Amen! My mechanical heart could clack up any day, and you eat a lot of fries yourself, Tubbie.
Colin: Alright, I did have a bad feeling about this, but maybe it's just those damned fries, eh?
Dick, W, & Colin: "Onward Christian Soldiers!..."