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Friday, March 11, 2005

Oliver North Warns John Bolton

News item: President Bush taps John Bolton for U.N. Ambassador.

Oliver North: The thought of you (John Bolton) representing us at the United Nations is driving the Bush-bashing, French-kissing, Blame-America-First crowd that savaged Condi Rice and Alberto Gonzales into a frenzy.

Article of Oliver North - Misunderestimation

Dear John,

Congratulations on the new gig as the president's top dog (Rottweiler?) at the United Nations. Given the way the liberals have reacted to your appointment, your confirmation hearings are likely to generate more adrenalin than a gunfight in Fallujah.

John "Sore Loser" Kerry described your nomination as "just about the most inexplicable appointment the president could make." Your appointment confirms their worst fears: They have "misunderestimated" President Bush again. He doesn't just want to change the Middle East -- he intends to change the world!

You've had plenty of practice dealing with hostile solons, but permit me to offer some friendly advice based on personal experience sitting at that cloth-covered table:

-- First, recognize that the Senate Libs really do hate your guts. They will tell you off-camera that "there is nothing personal" in what they are saying during the "hearing." Don't believe them.

-- Second, remember, you know a lot more about the important issues than they do. The senators grilling you will be reading questions written for them by staffers who think themselves the smartest people on earth.

-- Third, it's the sex thing, John. If you want to see the Libs on the raised dais squirm, bring up the sexual malfeasance that infects every level of the United Nations.

Tell 'em about the so-called U.N. "peacekeepers" in Congo who rape women and girls as young as seven and the U.N. general who molested his translator -- a young boy. And then ask the potentates of pork why these blue bonnets who leave destitute refugees with a slew of fatherless children and new diseases should be immune to prosecution.

-- Fourth, call 'em as you see 'em, John. The bloated bigwigs attacking you aren't used to plain English. Like the striped-pants-set at the United Nations, the senators who are giving you a hard time are masters at obfuscation -- like calling a tax increase "revenue enhancement."

Tell your inquisitors who bought Bill Clinton's definition of the word is, that when you get to the United Nations, you will call genocide what it is: genocide.

-- Fifth, Kofi's corruption. Lots of the guys who don't want you at the United Nations love to be seen on the cocktail circuit with their pal Kofi Annan. Tell Kofi's cronies that their buddy presided over the "Oil-for-Food" scandal -- where billions of dollars to feed Iraqis were instead spent by Saddam to build palaces, purchase weapons and buy-off foreign leaders to keep the big, bad United States at bay.

-- Sixth, "Eurocrats" in our Senate will want to know your views on giving Germany a permanent seat -- and a "veto" -- on the Security Council. Counter by suggesting that since "Old Europe" is so fond of a single currency and talking about pulling out of NATO to build their own "EU Intervention Force," a better option would be to give the French "seat" on the Security Council to the EU -- and require their ambassador to speak in Flemish.

-- Finally, remember that the guys trying to peel your hide are "tax and spend" experts. Ask 'em how the United Nations' madcap idea of taxing American citizens under its so-called "Millennium Development Goals" will go down with their constituents.

For good measure, tell your well-dressed interrogators that when you get to the United Nations, you will do something about that unnatural shade of blue U.N. troops wear on deployments. It sticks out like a pink feather boa and screams "put crosshairs here."

John, I haven't been this excited about a U.N. ambassador since the heady days of Jeanne Kirkpatrick. Keep your cool in the hearings. Save your best for New York. It should be a fun ride.

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