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the little bit of history about Contradicta winning the tug-of-war with rummy over who would "coordinate post-war Iraq." Which is, by now, the messiest mess in MESS-o-potamia. Uh, that was YOUR job, girlfriend. YOU were the one who got that one. Who WANTED that one, and PREVAILED with that one. That's got YOUR name on it, too, girlfriend, just like the "Bin Laden Determined To Strike Inside the U.S." PDB that you "didn't think that was something we had to do anything about."
So let me guess: your new job entails - what? Making nice speeches (for which I'm sure you accept nice, fat honorariums)? Sitting for photo shoots? Writing scholarly treatises? Plenty of world travel? Lots of public appearances and statements to the press? Nice dinners and receptions and embassy parties?
Any actual WORK in there?
On second thought, maybe it's better to keep her on the ceremonial circuit. Any actual WORK she's handed, she fucks up.
Look at Iraq.
Look at Lower Manhattan.
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