Pretty funny huh, the episode last night on “Orangehair in the White House”, giving away the store to Kim and North Korea for? For a photo-op and a handshake.
But hey, why wouldn’t Orangehair really like and get Kim. They both run concentration camps in which they both separate children from their mothers. They both terrorize and lock up 3 and 4-year-old kids. They both deny trials, justice, due process and the rule of law and human rights to millions of people.
They’re brothers, Kim and Orangehair, brothers under the skin except the only one with skin in the game after last night is Kim.
Oh, right, someone needs to tell Japan and South Korea and, oh by the way, yah the Pentagon, that our joint military exercises with South Korea are off . And what did we get for that? Nothing. Absolutely nothing. Not a fucking thing.
The Korean War is called “The Forgotten War” but it is not forgotten by the families of the nearly 38,000 Americans who died in it; not forgotten by the families of the marines who died at “the frozen Chosin” and the horrific retreat from there that lasted ten days, but not forgotten by the historians who have memorialized those events in books and in a chilling — chilling in all ways — PBS American Experience history.
Well, last night Orangehair pissed on their graves. He pissed on the graves of 38,000 Americans who died in that terrible war that claimed more than 2 million Korean lives. He pissed on their graves. He pissed on their war-shortened lives and consequent early deaths in war, in a forgotten war.
And you can be sure that none of them claimed five times they had flat feet. Some had already done their share in WWII and were recalled to service and they said not a word in protest. They went. They answered the call. And Orangehair, the flat-footed draft dodger? He pissed all over them and their descendents.
What a patriot, giving meaning to the words of “rare Old Ben Johnson”, preserved for us by Mr. Boswell, that “…patriotism .is the last refuge of a scoundrel.”
All the creatures of the right are great patriots aren’t they, so long as someone else is doing the dying.
Richard Cheney has a beating heart because? Because you paid for it, you paid taxes and those taxes pay for Medicare and Medicare paid for the heartless Cheyney’s heart, the one that beats even while those of more than 7,000 Americans, who died in his wars in Iraq and Afghanistan, don’t beat anymore.
Patriots like Orangehair and Chenye, you gotta love ’em dontcha?
Let’s compare deals, the one last night. You know where Kim got plenty and after which Orangehair gets to sing “And I got plenty of nothing and nothing’s plenty for me” — long as they take my photo and run the video all day on cable, especially Rupert’s permanent hag no matter who he marries and divorces, his permanent hag, Fox. Say it slow FAHHHHHXXXXX.
Unlike President Obama who negotiated for real with Iran for four years, represented by a consummate foreign policy expert and secretary of state and by a nuclear physicist as his energy secretary to verify the science; unlike President Obama who, with six negotiating partners, obtained and attained removal of 97 percent of Iran’s fissionable nuclear material to Russia, plus verifiable International inspection by the IAEA (that’s the International Atomic Energy Agency for any Trump schmucks who wander by here); and who obtained a fixed term for the agreement — –with access to all nuclear facilities in Iran:
Unlike all that Oangehead got exactly what last night from North Korea for the United States and its former allies like Canada and Germany, and its now decidedly nervous allies Japan and Korea?
He got shit. Absolute shit. He took a diplomatically doubtful interpreter with him and that’s all. Now the North Koreans are saying he agreed to lift some sanctions. Any proof of that from the witnesses you are supposed to have in the room, the written transcript you are supposed to have the Department of State take down during the meeting, the tape they are supposed to be making.
Any fucking proof the North Koreans are lying? Of course not. So if they say it first, and they did, then it becomes true whether it is or isn’t. That’s how these things are done when the dealmaker is a complete fool (and has orange hair but, then, who but a fool would have orange hair at the age of 72?).
When FDR met Stalin, his interpreter was Charles “Chip”Bohlen, a consummate, experienced diplomat of whom the New York Times said in his obituary when this former ambassador to the Soviet Union died at age 69 in 1974:
“No other diplomat attended more high‐level conferences during World War II and the immediate postwar period. Mr. Bohlen was President Franklin D. Roosevelt’s interpreter and sometime adviser at the summit conferences with Marshal Stalin and Prime Minister Churchill at Teheran and Yalta, and President Harry 3. Truman’s interpreter at the Potsdam meeting.
“He was an adviser on Soviet affairs to almost every Secretary of State after the war, and he had a hand in devising the Marshall Plan to ward off the spread of Communism by pumping vast sums into Europe to stimulate economic recovery
“No other diplomat knew the Russians better. Fluent in the language and familiar with Russian literature, art and music, as well as the country’s history and the tenets of Bolshevism, Mr. Bohlen understood the Soviet leaders and the Russian people.”
That’s who accompanied FDR when he met Joe Stalin at Teheran in 1943 and Yalta in 1944. Also Averil Harriman, who was in charge of doling out American war aid between London and Moscow; and Harry Hopkins, FDR’s Mr. Everyman, Mr. Fixit, Mr. Intuition and Mr. Interpolator between FDR and Churchill and “Uncle Joe” for five years.
And Orangehair, accompanied solely by a frightened interpreter of unknown quality or experience, got what?
He got shit. He got absolutely nothing but a photo-op. He got a photo-op and a new episode of “Orangehead in the White House”.
But you know how those episodes go? Yep they come and go and then another one comes in an endless season of ignorance, stupidity, arrogance, cupidity, conspiracy, treason, sedition and who knows what all else.
The art of the deal is diplomacy?
No, the art that’s in his deals isn’t his. It’s the photographers. It’s photography.
It’s all about THE PHOTO OP; and who gives a crap what happens next or what it costs the United States of America.
Peeling the Onion 