As devastating rejoinders commonly go: "oh" ranks somewhere midplace between "yo mama" and "I know you are, but what am I?"
Fledermaus and I are, neither one of us, on the other's Xmas card lists... but: he's right, and you're wrong. Clinton's manly, all-out, two-fisted, rip-snortin' war versus the eeeeeeeeeeeeeevil and debauched aspirin factories of the Middle East was the prototypical instance of Presidential Dog-Wagging.
This has been crushingly, concretely proven in more tombs than I have the time to tell... but, for the latest (re-)(re-)telling of same: try Rich Lowry's excellent Legacy.
Gosh, I do hope you mean tomes.
"Oh" ranks exactly where I put it. If someone wants to infer that I'm an idiot by my comment on the psychology of conspiracy theories,"Oh" means I'm not too interested in having a discussion. "Oh" also means that I was unaware that the "wag-the-dog" tale is considered to be fact.