FORGET ABOUT THE FUTURE
"Listen Aurie I agree to have dinner with you only because my dearest friend Elena insisted. She has the screwball idea that I would enjoy meeting a mediocre pencil pusher like you and that you had some observations I would find fascinating. Let us be clear, OK?"
I was surprised. Condi is not known for being a straightshooter or even saying things without embellishments or excuses. Fine with me. I also like the cards on the table, the sun in the sky and the onions in the kitchen. I let her have my best smile and said:
"Nothing like a clear dialogue, Condi. Incidentally, what has made you become so direct?"
She looked at me and smiled. "One in my favor" I thought. Then, she picked up the dry martini, raised it in my direction and took a healthy sip. Another one in may favor!"
"Have you ever tasted failure and suffered from the resulting self hatred and fully organic depression?"
"All writers have and do. Part of the package, why?"
"Here I am tryng to help the Boss solve a million riddles at the same time and all I get from him is the usual song. Not a single line that can lead to some form of decision, pattern or guidance."
"Gee, I thought that you and the President made a very close team; it even seemed at times that you could finish off the sentences he could not complete. Sort of using a single mental process.Why is that?"
She finished the dry martini and signaled Eduardo for another round. She picked one of the small Spanish tapas - egg, potatoe and onion pie - and ate it quickly. Then she answered:
"From day one, the President talks about converting the entire universe to freedom, democracy, peace and prosperity. But if you ask him to define in the simplest terms the meaning and impact of any of these precious objectives, he starts stammering. If you ask him how, he seeks Cheney or Rummie. If you insist, he tells you the joke about what the cowboy told the Queen of England! After a couple or months you begin to think that freedom, democracy, peace and prosperity are some sort of invention of his and every time you heear them mentioned your system produces another gallon of hydrochloric acid!"
"I am glad you told me. I was beginning to think that you deliberately utilized that convolute language you use and come up with the strangest rationales for almost everything. It is quite clever, really!"
"You think so?"
"Yes, Condi. When asked a difficult question you exhibit a catalog of analogies, projections and absurd statements to avoid a direct answer. Then you let go with the general recitation of the freedom, democray, peace and properitywhich provides the anethetics to the argument."
"She laughed heartily. She smiled and said:
"OK, cowboy, ask me a question:
I did not have to think very long:
"What did the cowboy told the Queen of England?"
I was surprised. Condi is not known for being a straightshooter or even saying things without embellishments or excuses. Fine with me. I also like the cards on the table, the sun in the sky and the onions in the kitchen. I let her have my best smile and said:
"Nothing like a clear dialogue, Condi. Incidentally, what has made you become so direct?"
She looked at me and smiled. "One in my favor" I thought. Then, she picked up the dry martini, raised it in my direction and took a healthy sip. Another one in may favor!"
"Have you ever tasted failure and suffered from the resulting self hatred and fully organic depression?"
"All writers have and do. Part of the package, why?"
"Here I am tryng to help the Boss solve a million riddles at the same time and all I get from him is the usual song. Not a single line that can lead to some form of decision, pattern or guidance."
"Gee, I thought that you and the President made a very close team; it even seemed at times that you could finish off the sentences he could not complete. Sort of using a single mental process.Why is that?"
She finished the dry martini and signaled Eduardo for another round. She picked one of the small Spanish tapas - egg, potatoe and onion pie - and ate it quickly. Then she answered:
"From day one, the President talks about converting the entire universe to freedom, democracy, peace and prosperity. But if you ask him to define in the simplest terms the meaning and impact of any of these precious objectives, he starts stammering. If you ask him how, he seeks Cheney or Rummie. If you insist, he tells you the joke about what the cowboy told the Queen of England! After a couple or months you begin to think that freedom, democracy, peace and prosperity are some sort of invention of his and every time you heear them mentioned your system produces another gallon of hydrochloric acid!"
"I am glad you told me. I was beginning to think that you deliberately utilized that convolute language you use and come up with the strangest rationales for almost everything. It is quite clever, really!"
"You think so?"
"Yes, Condi. When asked a difficult question you exhibit a catalog of analogies, projections and absurd statements to avoid a direct answer. Then you let go with the general recitation of the freedom, democray, peace and properitywhich provides the anethetics to the argument."
"She laughed heartily. She smiled and said:
"OK, cowboy, ask me a question:
I did not have to think very long:
"What did the cowboy told the Queen of England?"
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