Merlot Foresees Zbigniew and Huraldo Sometime Soon
With the aftertaste of mint, chocolate, orange peels and pimentos, we come to a true appreciation for the complexities of international relations, and how great nations need great men with great minds like Zbig, as his friends call him, we hear tell. America needs the great minds of these great men to be sure and to be certain that they are viewed, as they mean to be viewed in the eyes of a world looking to it for leadership and for moral guidance, the way ducklings look forward as they cross the road. Men like Zbig help us to know ourselves better to be sure, the way a wise man turns to his Taylor to know what kind of figure he cuts as he moves from lobby to podium, to limo.
About the time, Saddam Hussein was finishing his state visit to France, before taking the control of Iraq where in turn he began a nuclear weapons project which lead to his bomb, Osirak, with French help, Zbignuiew made a name for himself both working for the President Carter as National Security Advisor, and as a professor of international relations. He is the author of many books including The Choice: Global Domination or Global Leadership (Basic, 2004), The Geostrategic Triad: Living with China, Europe, and Russia (CSIS, 2001), The Grand Chessboard: American Primacy and its Geostrategic Imperatives (Basic, 1997), and The Grand Failure: The Birth and Death of Communism in the 20th Century(Scribner, 1989). More than a few presidents have turned to him for advise about international relations, and the shifting alliances and allegiances that one day make the French our friends, and the next day make the French something perhaps other than our allies, and energy wars place us over a barrel, as solders square off; and Saddam sings for his Doritos in prison, waiting for his big day in court, as the eyes of the world turn look upon a man whose deeds toward his "subjects" will surely outlive his poems, his fine automobiles, and his storied video tape collection or his work with the American CIA.
It was wonderful to see Zbig, cutting off his fellow panelist, and assertively his view of the tragic events in the middle east. So confident, so assured, so certain that the known unknowns ought never be cause enough for inaction, a 19th century man of action, making history us as he goes. Isn't that the hub of our existence? Aren't we just omnivorous bipeds, conjuring up metaphors to extend the reach of our opposable thumbs, and making it up as we go along?
It made us think for a minute, what a fine tasting event it will be when Zbig and Henry Kissinger are discussing the finer points of Chilean boxed white, as photographers and Heraldo Rivera (or "Jerry Rivers") turn to Merlot, to ask us questions about the details of our latest sponsored event, or the upcoming launch of a new retail outlet for the sale of America's leading boxed blends. We think of a time we shall look back with a sense of amusement, pride and achievement on these these days, when we are so concerned with worldly matters, such as raising capital to secure suitable locations across the eastern seaboard for our boxed wine empire, or securing suitable packaging for our own, in house boxed wine blends, or bartering for the necessary design work for our empire's signage. We are well aware that the world is full of grander schemes, and perhaps greater prayer; but we can not help to look forward to a day, when boxed wine is the leading repose of the American consumer, a trend that could spread as widely at Microsoft XP, if managed well enough.
What a day that will make, ah Voignier? One day, we shall look back on these days, as Heraldo Rivera looks back on his special report from Al Capone's safe!
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