Wolfowitz

I read the news. I have to keep up. I have to know what Bernake is thinking because interest rates really can change how we do business. There are always ways to do business, but we have to know what the prevailing conditions are.

But I've been reading about Paul Wolfowitz and how dumb he was. He is supposed to be so smart that our government believed him and we went marching off to war to do good and get rid of evil. Yes, we are getting screwed, and getting our asses handed to us by a bunch of crazies running around in the desert, in a place we should never be and a culture we don't understand. So, that was all partly his fault. Not so smart.

Now he has not only screwed up the world but he has screwed himself, and for a really stupid reason: over some woman.

He's a powerful guy, sixty-four years old, and he still gets himself wrapped up by the inviting promise of a little nookie. How good can she be that she got him to throw his career in the toilet?

I can imagine the conversation. Riza tells him, look Paul, I'm a Muslim and I should be all covered up. No one should see these tities except my husband, the other women in the harem and maybe the unic. Expecially not you -- you're a Jew! So if you want to play with these golden globes you are going to have to pay big and set me up for life.

And the asshole went and did it.

I remember my first wife giving me this kind of shit. I dumped her ass a long time ago.

Of course, I'm still paying, but it hasn't cost me my job.