"She finishes Bush’s sentences. He totally trusts her. Why? She was an unimpressive national security advisor so confused about the nature of her position she told Republican National Convention audiences that she “believed” her “job has really been to bring together people around (Bush) who can give him good policy options as he develops an agenda for foreign policy.” No wonder she completely missed the threat of Al-Qaeda.
So who is Condi? Gilbert claims she’s foremost a performer — a child pianist effortlessly playing Tchaikowsky until the adults stop clapping, which hasn’t happened yet, a beguiling figure skater whirling and twirling and “lost in her own performance.”
Rice believes in the moment and its eternal advantage. If the future looks like Gary Hart, she’s a liberal Democrat. If the future looks like Israel, then she’s a devout neocon, talking on the phone, every day, with Dov Weisglass, Sharon’s advisor, calling him “Dubi” and giving him free reign at the White House on his monthly visits where reportedly “they sit together for at least an hour and a half.” Palestinians don’t even get in Condi’s door, Dubi brags. The “Palestinian agenda” is now “frozen…removed from our agenda indefinitely,” Dubi marvels. Life has momentarily rewarded Rice. She has the “dream” foreign policy job, and recently celebrated her birthday at a little “surprise” black-tie soiree thrown at the British Embassy at which Bush was present. Oscar de la Renta sent over a sexy scarlet gown for her to don, like Cinderella at the ball.
Can the dream last another four years? Perhaps it depends on how long the party lasts."
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