Old habits [...] led Mr. Yeltsin to surround himself with loyal acolytes who rarely told him what he did not want to hear, and led him into adventures like Chechnya.
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I love the camraderie between the two men in the second clip. Yeltsin is trying to be solid like a proper political leader and then he sees that Clinton is cracking up. Just at the end you see the thought cross through his mind: He's a man, like me. And all the barriers melt. How rare! How sublime!
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Old habits [...] led Mr. Yeltsin to surround himself with loyal acolytes who rarely told him what he did not want to hear, and led him into adventures like Chechnya.
The countdown to the obligatory "that sounds like George Bush" post starts... now.
I love the camraderie between the two men in the second clip. Yeltsin is trying to be solid like a proper political leader and then he sees that Clinton is cracking up. Just at the end you see the thought cross through his mind: He's a man, like me. And all the barriers melt. How rare! How sublime!
The Flaw In Paganism
by Dorothy Parker
Drink and dance and laugh and lie,
Love, the reeling midnight through,
For tomorrow we shall die!
(But, alas, we never do.)
Clinton seemed phoney to me. Just like he was at Ron Brown's funeral.
All I need it the lip bite and I'll have the Bill Clinton trifecta: Bubba laugh, Bubba faux cry, Bubba lip-biting sincerity.
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