Good 'ole Condi does it again.
After all that hype and hoopla about maybe, possibly, just perhaps, a kinda, sort-of mini break-through over talks with Iran, she accomplishes nothing, nada, zero, zip... Just another photo-op and expensive plane ride at our expense.
Well, what did you expect?
She's a woman, and a black one at that. There will be no talks with those super-duper macho-dudes in Arab world until we send a 250+ pound man that can spit, arm wrestle, drink and womanize with the best of them.
That's the way it is.
Maybe in a hundred years--when the Arabs become a bit more civilized and a lot more PC, they will actually stoop to talk with a woman, perhaps five hundred years with a black one.
Trying to force a women--and a black one at that--down their throats will not work, period. but Bush, good 'ole stick-to-your-guns, stubborn S.O.B. that he is, keeps trying... in a painfully obvious sham effort.
It's a slam dunk, folks. Bush does not want any communications with his enemies--his very own personel demons--so using Condi guarantees it.
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