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This magazine is published by the Carnegie Endowment for International Peace.
I don't believe this is a "centrist" organization despite its claims to be "non-partisan."
I am thinking how this has affected our public schools... When I was a kid, the kids would just fight it out, on the playground, after school, before school. Then whatever the beef was, it was settled, and everyone moved on. Now they have "conflict management" and they TALK to the kids and try to avoid the fights. Like the UN. You have to go to the UN = conflict management, rather than take care of the bullies who killed 3000 of us. NO THANKS!
And Ter-A-ZA reminds me of Margaret Trudeaux completely. I just wonder when she will be drunk enough to jump in a fountain.
"But it would be too crude to suggest it is a mere mouthpiece of the Democratic party."
At the risk of displaying my crudeness, let me say that Foreign Policy is a mouthpiece of the Democrat party.
" He is loved in Paris, has the support of Arab-Muslim apologists for terrorism on both sides of the Atlantic and Kofi"
All this Mars and Venus stuff really confuses me because I flunked Astrology 101. Also, Metrosexual - Gay - Straight - sexual identification politics really confuses me too. I don't read the New Yorker to know how to think and don't listen to Peter Jennings to get my facts.
But I sure understand this appeasement crap that Kerry seems to like and it ain't gona fly on this side of the Atlantic.
Foreign Policy magazine is a pile of blathering one-world order Marxists, and metrosexual Kerry couldn't navigate a bar of Ivory soap in a bathtub.
Furthermore, these Old Europe Marxists can kiss my USMC butt. If you need to find it, it's about 4 feet from my fist in your nose.
Finally, if I see one more sissy metrosexual with black eyeliner and rouge lipstick on my TV, I'm going to pull the plug and make it the new kitty litter box.
"Kerry, the first metrosexual President"? First, he has to get himself elected, and second, it's not certain he'd be the first. Nineteenth century Presidential campaigns sometimes turned on whether the man in charge was effete or effeminate. John Quincy Adams got that kind of abuse from populist Jacksonian Democrats. Whigs dished it back at Martin Van Buren. The idea of a wine connoisseur and gourmet in the White House frighted honest working people. It meant that he'd be more responsive to special interests than to ordinary people, and perhaps decadent or perverted in his tastes.
So whenever a candidate seemed too soft or too much of a high liver, Henry Clay or Daniel Webster, Lewis Cass or James Buchanan, he'd be attacked for not being a "man of the People," and for having luxuriant tastes. Whether the charges were true -- and rumors still persist that the bachelor President Buchanan was more "metro" than "hetero" -- they made a big part of some political campaigns. And "metro" may have been more offensive than "homo" in those days, since "homosexuality" wasn't a known or accepted concept in those days, but eating rich food and sleeping in silk sheets could be readily understood by all.