I am used to wait two or more weeks to Taki to write a new entertaining editorial in his Takimag, but today he is so angry and indignant with the ousting of Freeman that he breaks his schedule and fearlessly smears two presidents, one vicepresident, several journalists and other Taki-monsters. In his oeuvre "Fear of Smear" he even provides us free examples of fearless smear.
Bolton is a (mustachioed) buffoon and a protégé of that other great warrior Dick Cheney, probably the greatest physical coward ever to slime the seat of the vice president.Ah, NOW it is clear. So THAT is smear. Thanks, Taki, for making it so clear.
This time Taki is in no mood to regale us with old stories of his seductions of the daughter (or was it the wife?) of the Belgian Ambassador, not his andanzas of courageous physical night-club warrior with his well-hung side-kick, the son-in-law of the Dominican Dictator. Maybe by now he has used up all his material? He can always mine The Memories of Giacomo Casanova, the Venetian master of all vices, an early explorer of exotic bedrooms.
Having new stories to role-play and phantasize about, Taki may come to his senses and stop insulting Vicepresident Richard Cheney and Presidents Bush, Father and Son. And Mr Bolton, whoever he may be. And his other nightmares, the Samurais Kristol, Podhoretz, Perle, Frum and Krauthammer. Insulting and smearing. Smearing, but Taki being Taki, always fearlessly.
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I have written to the suave Taki and suggested he mine the material of an intriguing water engineer in Israel. There is much to choose from that is right up his alley - days spent as a swinging lifeguard in Argentina, bizarre dreams and economic theories, fascination with bikini-clad Asian women, bold stances against Persians. He'll be able to keep pumping out a column for some time.
Thank you Anonymous. But it is little I can offer to Taki in the seduction of aristocratic girls department, and less in the fist-fighting physical courage section. I have nothing to report in my friendship with European aristocrats, and I visited a nightclub only once in my life (and that was by mistake: my boss invited us with wifes to celebrate the success of a project and it was the Tropicana, very embarrasing for everybody). I did my part in armed conflicts, but that experience is qualitatively different from a mano-a-mano with another guy in a circle of drunken clubbers encouraging us. I am a Jewish engineer, free of any hangups in that area.
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