As usual, he ambles and rambles prior
to getting to his
point:
It makes me
wonder why any sane man would run for president in 2004, given what he might
face. “Mr. President, New York has suffered an atomic
attack.”
“Call the Security Council, and tell them – oh. Right. Is there
still a
UN?”
“It’s sideways in the river.”
“Hmm.
Well. Is the League of Nations still answering the phone? I seem to remember
they kept on a skeleton staff. Mostly janitorial. But we’ll have to make
do.”
And what to do in
answer? He doesn't know (not his job) but he does have a
timeline:
Our present enemy will nuke us as soon as they can, because it means heaven,
period.
I
hate this; God I hate this. But I don’t have any longing for normalcy, as
Noonan put it the other day, because normalcy was a delusion, a diaphanous
curtain draped over the statue of Mars. Nor do I want a time out, a breather, an
operational pause. I want to cut to the chase. I want Iran in the hands of its
people and leaning to the West again, I want Lebanon independent of Syrian rule,
I want Syria isolated and cowed, Arafat dead and buried in the land of his birth
– or Paris, symbolically – and the Saudi Civil War done and over
with pragmatists in power. I'd like this all tomorrow
please.
Noon
is fine, if it works for everyone else.
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"Sign on, young man, and sail with me. The stature of our homeland is no more than the measure of ourselves. Our job is to keep her free. Our will is to keep the torch of freedom burning for all. To this solemn purpose we call on the young, the brave, the strong, and the free. Heed my call, Come to the sea. Come Sail with me." - John Paul Jones
"Pardon him, Theodotus; he is a barbarian, and thinks that the customs of his tribe and island are the laws of nature" --George Bernard Shaw, "Ceasar and Cleopatra"
"And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music."--Friederich Nietzsche
