Yes, thank you Dr. Wolfowitz.
Bear with me here, folks, I know it's counter-intuitive, but I think we might be missing the forest so as to better focus on that greasy-haired worm-infested tree of a man that is Paul Wolfowitz. How's that, you say?
Well, because Paul's doing us a big favor. Every day the pissant holds out in his barricaded World Bank office causes serious damage to that institution. And that's a good thing. Paul, you see, may be morally on par with one of Nero's sycophantic advisors, holding the fiddling tyrant's violin case while the latter watched Rome burn. But unlike Rome, the World Bank is worthy of fire.
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