DON'T ASK

Now that our Nincompoop in Chief has nominated a new Director of Central Intelligence (DCI) to head the Central Intelligence Agency, here are some words of wisdom from a trustworthy mathematician friend who does top-secret work for the Department of Defense and the American military:

"Stan Turner's comments on the 9/11 report are worth reading. The following excerpt is (in my view) a persuasive argument for a Cabinet-level National Intelligence Director (NID)":

A serious problem today, which the commission addresses nicely, is that the 1947 law did not give the DCI sufficient authority to ensure adequate exchange of data among the agencies. It would take only an executive order from the president to give the DCI, or a new NID, the authority to set the standards for classifying secret intelligence materials. Today, each of the heads of the 15 agencies can create classification categories so as to exclude other agencies from their data. Some intelligence does deserve special treatment. But that should be decided by the NID/DCI, who has the national interest in view, not someone with an agency's perspective.
"The same thing is done in DoD and the Services," my friend writes, "often by withholding a 'need to know' certification for individuals who have the necessary clearance but might ask the wrong questions."

Turner, a former head of the CIA, doesn't specifically address whether a new intelligence director should have a Cabinet-level appointment. He does say, however, that "a close relationship with the president is a NID/DCI's lifeblood."

Another former head of the CIA, John Deutch, says that a cabinet-level appointment for a new national intelligence director "is no substitute for properly aligning authority with responsibility."

White House Chief of Staff Andrew Card has said the chairmen of the 9/11 commission told him that they did not mean they wanted a new intelligence czar to be a member of the Cabinet. "They recommended that it be Cabinet-level pay," CNN quotes him as saying.

In any case, our Nincompoop in Chief has already made it clear he has no intention of making a Cabinet-level appointment. "Bush's NID is strictly advisory in nature, with no Cabinet slot, no office in the West Wing, no authority over priorities, personnel, or budgets," Fred Kaplan has pointed out in Slate. "It's worse than useless; whoever takes the job can expect nothing more than glorified paper-pushing." But given the nincompoop's U-turns on just about every major decision he's made so far, that may not be the last word.

August 10, 2004 11:20 AM |

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'WILD SIDE' STILL ROCKS 

Nelson Algren was one of the great American authors of the 20th century, it is no exaggeration to say, and among the most neglected. Consider his underrated classic, "A Walk on the Wild Side." The title -- popularized and co-opted as an idiomatic phrase by Hollywood and Madison Avenue (institutions Algren loathed) -- is familiar to most anyone who speaks English or knows Lou Reed's lyrics. But the novel itself? Hardly.

BUSTER KEATON REVISITED 
Buster Keaton: Tempest in a Flat Hat is not a biography. "This book is merely a fan's notes," Edward McPherson writes in the introduction, although his publisher ignores the disclaimer and calls it a biography on the cover. In fact, the book is a bit of both, a difficult combination to bring off unless you're David Thomson, who set the standard with Rosebud, his penetrating rumination on the life and career of Orson Welles, which was nothing if not a distillation of every obsessive thought he ever had about the myth and the man and all his movies.
LAUREN BACALL, STILL SALTY AT 80 
When Lauren Bacall writes that her singing voice ranges "somewhere between B minus sharp and outer space," she's being candid and funny. It's not every stage star with two Tony Awards for best actress in a musical whose vocal talent offers so little promise. (OK, Harvey Fierstein excepted.) Still less would one admit it.
THE STARS ACCORDING TO BOGDANOVICH 
Peter Bogdanovich's superb collection of movie-star profiles and interviews -- a sequel to Who the Devil Made It, his interviews of top film directors -- begins with an affectionate tale about Orson Welles that reminds us just how intimate the author's connection to Hollywood's greatest has been. But contrary to what we've come to expect from dime-a-dozen celebrities and celebrity interviews not worth two cents, the tale avoids bromidic egotism and journalistic platitudes.
SAMMY'S WHITE DREAMS 
Four decades ago Lenny Bruce sentenced Sammy Davis Jr. to "30 years in Biloxi," stripping him of "his Jewish star" and "his religious statue of Elizabeth Taylor." Now we have two new biographies of Davis that spring him from ridicule, if not from doubts about his legacy, and restore a measure of dignity to a black entertainer whose huge fame and success never overcame his devout wish -- indeed his lifelong effort -- to be white.
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