Going Huge, Because We Thought We Had It

While reading the earlier post about quitting for strength in Iraq, I realized that some people might not be aware of the "I Thought I Had It" theory of history. You see, every time people try to go huge, like Napoleon invading Russia, or Hitler invading Russia, or us invading Iraq, it's because they thought they had it. Of course, if someone asked Hitler why the hell he would try to invade Russia when that had proved to be the downfall of everyone foolhardy enough to try it, he probably would just have to shrug his shoulders and say glumly, "I thought I had it."
Going huge is normally admirable. We love the athletes who go huge on the field, we love our friends who go huge on the bottle. I can't speak for anyone else, but even though I was dead set against the war in Iraq from the beginning there was a small part of me that envied and admired the confidence of the war's architects. I mean, they were just going so very huge, how could you not at least applaud their enthusiasm. Sadly, as it goes with the drunken moron who tries to go huge and talk to the prom queen because he thinks he has it but then just gets mace in his eyes and beat up by her friends, we now have no choice but to quit for strength. We thought we had it, we went huge for a while, and now we have to quit. For strength.