Kevin,
I'm reading a fascinating summer book at the moment. It's called "Positively Fifth Street", by Jim McManus. It's all about the wild world of poker.
Why do I mention this?
Well, because in the book, McManus happens to mention that a decade ago he'd conceived his daughter at Lake Como in Italy. And why is this of interest? Because, he says, it happened in a room at a resort where President Jack Kennedy spent a couple of days in June, 1963 when he was scheduled to meet the Pope, who inconveniently died before the audience could occur. And why is this room of interest? Because Jack Kennedy occupied the room with company, but not that of his wife, who wasn't travelling with him at the time.
And why is this of interest? Because small-minded putzes think it is. I'm not one of them.
Scott Ritter is a weapons expert. He's an Iraq expert. That's what the world should be focused on. Jack Kennedy was the President. That's what the world focused on. Not his pecadilloes and dalliances.
Capish? Or do I have to embarrass you by pointing out how intellectual standards have deteriorated to the point where small minded moralizing midgets like Bill Bennett obsess over sex while major gargantuan matters of state seem to completely go over their head....... you do get the point, right?
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Re: If I were accused of such a crime, I would be DRAGGING those details out, if they were untrue.
Not if you got advice from anyone who wasn't a complete moron about public relations. :) Think about what you just said, and reflect upon the wisdom of the best of public figures who know that "it's best to stop digging when you are already in the hole." |
