If William Faulkner were writing on the Bush White House:
â€œGo and get him Saddam’s gun,â€ Condi said. â€œYou know how he likes to hold it.â€
Dick went to my desk drawer and took out Saddam’s gun. He gave it to me, and it was hot in my hands. Rummy pulled the gun away.
â€œDo you want him carrying a gun into the press conference?â€ Rummy said. â€œCan’t you think any better than he can?â€