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If there is one thing Americans love it’s a good scapegoat. There is nothing quite like projecting our collective pathologies onto another person and then watching them burn for what all know are our own crimes.
Ironically, McNamara could point fingers with the best of them. Till the end of his life he stoically justified his technocratic decisions. If the title weren’t already taken, his biography could be called “Mistakes were made, but not by me.”