It wasn't all that long ago, either, before his magical mystery tour of Colombia, that he butted into a Venezuelan little league baseball game, and started handing out, in a show of his magnamity, lotsa baseball equipment to the kids, and the parents started shouting at him to leave, and someone headed to a small grocery store, grabbed eggs, etc. and they chased him back to his limousine, where he tore out, headed for the embassy, with men and women on motorcycles chasing him, throwing their eggs, etc. at his car.
He will be memorialized through photos like this one someone inside that limo took from the back window:
http://msnbcmedia.msn.com.nyud.net:8090/j/msnbc/Components/Photos/060407/060407_brownfield_hmed_6p.hmedium.jpgSniff, sniff, kinda reminds you of those photos taken in Caracas of the crowds greeting Vice President Richard Nixon's trip there in 1958.
So now Brownfield has clawed his way to the Asst. Sec. of State. It's such a proud moment in U.S. history. Or maybe not.