I have been in London for the past week, once again not winning a prize at the British Academy of Film and Television Awards, for Cover-Up, the documentary on my career directed by Laura Poitras and Mark Obenhaus. I still resent losing while clad in a tuxedo. Returning to Washington was delayed for days by the storms that walloped the Northeast. I missed the live broadcast of President Donald Trump’s State of the Union address, an extended Mel Brooks’ imitation that aired in the wee hours of Wednesday morning, London time. Edward Luce, a columnist for the Financial Times, had a good go at it: “As Trump readies a US armada for a Middle Eastern war whose aims he cannot articulate,” Luce wrote Wednesday, “an honest reckoning of geopolitical risks would place his wayward psychology high up. That Trump often lies is, in itself, not proof of irrationality. That he is encouraged to believe his own lies is more serious. . . . Whether foreign or American, people who tell him what he wants to hear, not what he needs to know, are playing a dangerous game. The road to Trumpian recklessness is paved with flattery.” America’s fleet and Air Force are being dispatched, once again, in a show of force—to do what? Attack an Iranian nuclear weapons program that no longer exists, except for the remote possibility that some partially enriched uranium might be stashed in a tunnel? That possibility, or fantasy, has been shared with Trump by Benjamin Netanyahu, the Israeli prime minister who knows a sucker when he sees one. There is a lot of reporting on the president’s latest antics that I could not do, obviously, from London, but here are some important facts, as told to me someone with the requisite experience and data to know:
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