President Carter personally called Secretary of State Rice to try to convince her to reverse her U.N. ambassador’s position on changes to the U.N. Human Rights Commission, the former president recalled yesterday in a talk in which he also criticized President Bush’s Christian bona fides and misstated past American policies on Israel.
Mr. Carter said he made a personal promise to ambassadors from Egypt, Pakistan, and Cuba on the U.N. change issue that was undermined by America’s ambassador, John Bolton. “My hope is that when the vote is taken,” he told the Council on Foreign Relations, “the other members will outvote the United States.”
In unsurprising news, former President Carter
Given Carter’s record on upholding the oaths he swore when he became President, how can any of these people be surprised at how little his word is worth?
To the town of Beaumont, Texas Came a stranger one fine day Riding slowly from the west side Didn’t have too much to say He’s a stranger who’s been running Came the whisper from each lip And he’s here to do some business With that Big Iron on his hip Big Iron on his hip In the town lived one Jihadi Who sold cigareets and gas Al-Bayed would talk about how he’d Soon kick some Texas ass Tho’ he swore that he’d behead ‘em So far his jihad had been strange 20 men bought cheap gas and smokes 20 men had been shortchanged 20 men had been shortchanged It wasn’t long before the stranger Made it known to folks around He was a Texas Ranger Wouldn’t be too long in Town Here to capture a cheap conman Maybe live or maybe dead It didn’t really matter He was after Al-Bayed It was early at the Truck Stop When they met to make their play And the swiftness of the Ranger Is still talked about today Al-Bayed whipped out a scimitar and flailed it round his head The Ranger drew his .45 and shot that rascal dead He shot that rascal dead It was kinda like that scene From “Indiana Jones” Where ol’ Indy shoots the Swordsman “Dipshit, just leave me alone” Al-Bayed might have gone on living til he made one fatal slip When he tried to match the Ranger With the Big Iron on his hip Big Iron on his hip So Jihadi’s pay attention When you’re planning your Jihad Your silliness plays better Where the local folks ain’t bad If you want to throw a hoohaw It might play in Boston, Mass If you try to mess with Texas They will kill your ragged ass They will kill your ragged ass
— Carl H