Michael Ledeen is a dangerous animal, a laptop bombardier, a thug with a hidden agenda and a security clearance. It is no coincidence that the 8/14 column, like so many of his others, closes with an exhortation to the President. “Faster, please,” it always goes. He talks of military confrontation with Iran, which will be ugly like nothing since the Korean war, like he’s a frat boy trying to get laid. Ledeen is a risible presence on the American scene, and this column hopes that his enemies in Washington find a way to take him to task for reckless, foolish talk that will lead to the death of more Americans and further diffusion of the Administration’s credibility. This columnist, however, is not holding his breath waiting for Ledeen to get his just deserts.