Sophisticated Bush Strategy: Appoint Bolton and Bolt
I know why I am such a failure.
I want things to be fair, so I pitch in and try to pursue fairness when I have the chance. George Bush, on the other hand, seems bullet-proof because fairness does not matter to him. Therefore, Bush is President, and I'm, well -- I'm Fatspeak.
So Mr. Bush appoints John Bolton during the Senate summer recess. And now Mr. Bush will leave for his air-conditioned ranch in Crawford, Texas, where he will go on about his life doing whatever bullet-proof people do.
It would all seem simple and acceptable if we weren't in the middle of a pre-emptive war that was started with bad intelligence. Bolton, it is charged by some, used his position in the State Department to manipulate intelligence and to intimidate underlings who would not help him in his manipulations. He is the epitome of one who dances-with-bad-intelligence.
Now, that's not fair.
But, as I have already made clear, fairness is for failures.
So John Bolton is now the U.S. Ambassador to the United Nations. This would have to be one of the coolest jobs with the government. First of all, you get to live in New York and park your car wherever you want to. You get to wear beautiful clothes and go to parties with beautiful people. It's way better than watching TV. You are actually on TV.
And it's not like he'll have to do much work. Since he has been charged by the Dems with being a bully and since Bush doesn't need any more controversy, Bolton's first job will be to sit back and enjoy the program. He must not cause any waves. It's a little like going into early retirement.
Apparently he's already off for NY. A sure sign that he intends to score a babe-trapping penthouse near the U.N.
I mean, look at him. The man is a walking love pump. He lends a whole new meaning to the words "French Tickler." I presume that he already has his eye on someone in the French diplomatic corps.
His is a class act. He wouldn't be caught dead with his pants down at Gitmo or Abu Ghraib. He's Bolton, our man in the U.N.
Aren't we proud?(Photo: Chip East/Reuters)
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Chew, chew, chew the fat, wake them from their dream: chew Fatspeak.
I want things to be fair, so I pitch in and try to pursue fairness when I have the chance. George Bush, on the other hand, seems bullet-proof because fairness does not matter to him. Therefore, Bush is President, and I'm, well -- I'm Fatspeak.
So Mr. Bush appoints John Bolton during the Senate summer recess. And now Mr. Bush will leave for his air-conditioned ranch in Crawford, Texas, where he will go on about his life doing whatever bullet-proof people do.
It would all seem simple and acceptable if we weren't in the middle of a pre-emptive war that was started with bad intelligence. Bolton, it is charged by some, used his position in the State Department to manipulate intelligence and to intimidate underlings who would not help him in his manipulations. He is the epitome of one who dances-with-bad-intelligence.
Now, that's not fair.
But, as I have already made clear, fairness is for failures.
So John Bolton is now the U.S. Ambassador to the United Nations. This would have to be one of the coolest jobs with the government. First of all, you get to live in New York and park your car wherever you want to. You get to wear beautiful clothes and go to parties with beautiful people. It's way better than watching TV. You are actually on TV.
And it's not like he'll have to do much work. Since he has been charged by the Dems with being a bully and since Bush doesn't need any more controversy, Bolton's first job will be to sit back and enjoy the program. He must not cause any waves. It's a little like going into early retirement.
Apparently he's already off for NY. A sure sign that he intends to score a babe-trapping penthouse near the U.N.
I mean, look at him. The man is a walking love pump. He lends a whole new meaning to the words "French Tickler." I presume that he already has his eye on someone in the French diplomatic corps.
His is a class act. He wouldn't be caught dead with his pants down at Gitmo or Abu Ghraib. He's Bolton, our man in the U.N.
Aren't we proud?(Photo: Chip East/Reuters)
____====______
Chew, chew, chew the fat, wake them from their dream: chew Fatspeak.
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