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Originally Posted by Pete F.
Just keep believing Trump has a clue about foreign policy, he obviously has a vast knowledge of political theory, like western style liberalism being obsolete in west coast cities.
Meanwhile the rest of the worlds leaders shook their heads and took note of his lack of understanding.
The stable genius is going to leave the poker table naked and you’ll be extolling the beauty of his wardrobe.
For the last 30+ years NK has said they will consider denuclearization and never have. Now maybe having Trump in love with him will make him agree to total denuclearization, Trump has already given him far more than any prior President and gotten zip for it. Maybe Kim is his type. Today’s Rodong Sinmun headlines extol the ability of their leader and his meeting with the President of the USA.
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Again, you keep fighting little battles with me that don't exist. I have not said that he knows a great deal about foreign policy or political theory.
And then you go off into reveries of poker tables, nakedness, beautiful wardrobes (ooooooohhh, the emperor has no clothes, is this another sneaky metaphor to fortify the manufactured image of Trump as king, Nazi, fascist, dictator, destroyer of constitutions?), and of sexual innuendo--attraction to Kim (like the so-called Putin bromance and the fake characterization of Trump being aligned with, in love with, favorable to, our enemy dictators).
Perhaps I give you too much credit for constantly lying about Trump. Telling the massive, well-woven lies that you seem to do takes a certain amount of mental acuity.
But, it seems more that instead of telling potent lies, you are fighting with crazy mirages. Rather than a crafty liar, you remind me more of a Don Quixote--tilting at windmills. As in this passage from the novel:
Just then they came in sight of thirty or forty windmills that rise from that plain. And no sooner did Don Quixote see them that he said to his squire, "Fortune is guiding our affairs better than we ourselves could have wished. Do you see over yonder, friend Sancho, thirty or forty hulking giants? I intend to do battle with them and slay them. With their spoils we shall begin to be rich for this is a righteous war and the removal of so foul a brood from off the face of the earth is a service God will bless."
"What giants?" asked Sancho Panza.
"Those you see over there," replied his master, "with their long arms. Some of them have arms well nigh two leagues in length."
"Take care, sir," cried Sancho. "Those over there are not giants but windmills. Those things that seem to be their arms are sails which, when they are whirled around by the wind, turn the millstone."
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