Being right is being a d-bag, and being a d-bag is always being right despite overwhelming evidence to the contrary. The quintessence of d-baggery is the ability to assert a bald-faced lie that is obviously a lie to everyone who hears it, and daring the pussies in the room to contradict you.
The man pictured above was a quintessential d-bag because he told the world he had W.M.D.s when he knew very well that he didn’t. Unfortunately for him, we knew what kinds of weapons he had because we sold them to him! (That’s Don Rumsfeld shaking his hand.) We knew he was lying! But it takes a d-bag to know a d-bag, and to honor a comrade in arms, we covered for him, pretending he did have them so he could save face in the court of public opinion.
Other baldfaced lies d-bags are fond of include (but are not limited to): global warming is a myth; I’m good for it after Friday; free markets are self-regulating; I won’t come in your mouth; we have the best health care system in the world; I deserve it; God loves me more than you; corporate is better than local; it was gonna die anyway; I didn’t fart — it was your sister; and my favorite, “lower taxes make up for lost revenue by stimulating growth.”