Imagine every lunatic in the asylum had a staff made up of the best and the brightest that would take their mad ravings and rework them into policies and directives. Without this staff, the ravings would remain ravings; with the staff, the same ravings could well become legislation.
Gosh! Isn’t that what we have on the Beltway where legions of the over educated take the deliriums of the mad (We can win in Afghanistan! Iran is a threat! We must save our feral bankers!) and craft them into policies and laws that give these ravings a patina of sanity?
Without these drones, the bombing of wedding parties would never have achieved the respectability it has. In their hands, murder becomes tactical.