Ping! As if you didn't know this...
More empty words.
Blah blah blah.
Who's going to tell the President?
Wake me up when Uncle Sam takes his balls out of storage and goes after the Saudis.
Can't let the gravy train get derailed because of a few stiffs, can we?
I heard this piece on TV just now. Roberston commented that Prince Bandar throws lavish parties at a mansion in D.C., and that it's "the place to be." Hmmmmm. Maybe that's where all the talking heads and congressmen go to rub elbows and have a few martinis, huh? Wouldn't wanna squelch all that fun in the name of national security, would we...
Every time I think of Saudi Arabia I'm reminded of that mother ship in Roland Emmerich's film Independence Day...