I’ve seen that movie at least twice now. I still don’t know how I feel about Charlie Wilson.
Why not all three? There’s plenty of room in there.
That’s probably what the writer and director were going for. All I’m sure of is how I feel about Philip Seymour Hoffman every time I see a film with Philip Seymour Hoffman in it.
O/T Was just in the grocery store and this was playing.
Then I come over here to post, read the article and this was the next song on Youtube.
the peace candidate
I have to wonder if Mattis is one of the sources for this article. As I recall, he’s no fan of Bomb Iran Bolton.
Also, this is a classic example of why we can’t afford two more years of Trump and his dysfunctional and deeply corrupt Cabinet. The sooner they’re all removed, the better.
God yes. And then I get mad at him all over again. It was an accident. The amount of heroin still left after he OD’d was proof of that - he meant to do all of it.
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and then there’s Heath. I have to stop.
I know. What can you say? When I hear Susannah McCorkle sing “Waters of March” I want to beg her not to jump, please, stay with us, we need you. But she jumps anyway. 
That’s exactly why they had Tom Hanks play him.
Loved, loved, loved Phillip Seymour Hoffman as the CIA guy.
And he did a fabulous job because the affect they wanted is what stays with me.
Afterwards, all the delusional neocons went to Bolton’s office and masturbated to the deluxe Blu-ray director’s cut of “300”.
These assholes still think that the Iranians are a bunch of desert-roaming, tent-dwelling Bedouins who sell trinkets at the local Hollywood-backlot bazaar instead of one of the most advanced cultures in the Middle East. And I’ll bet the farm that the majority of them still think that the Iranians are Arabs.
Persians and only Mullahs wear turbans. I visited Iran in 1970 and found the folks there extraordinarily generous and accommodating. One time while riding a local bus in Khoramshahr (this is before the Iran-Iraq war mind you) a gent started berating me for some reason. A local Mullah got on the bus and after about two minutes of listening (I do not speak Farsi) he got on the guy’s case big time. Ended up I was invited to the Mullah’s home and put up for the night. And he held a “block party” in my honor. The guy who yelled at me was made to attend and apologize in front of the neighborhood. Everybody ate and gabbed and I had to tell my story over and over. It was wonderful. Personally I have no beef with Iranians. I brought home 3 rugs from Iran and one from Afghanistan (but that’s another story).
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I found it interesting to learn that the road that ran past the front of the now former US Embassy in Tehran was located on Franklin Delano Roosevelt Street (since been renamed I am sure).
What am I missing? Would’t Iran be a better ally than Saudi Arabia?
I would prefer that in a sane world both would be allies of ours.
Wonderful story. One of the things you discover when you wander around the world is there are people for whom hospitality and generosity to strangers you meet is a point of honor and a Very. Big. Deal. Everyone who was at that party or heard about it will remember the American who came off as a pretty good guy. Might save the world one day, you never know. Might do good in some less dramatic way, you won’t know that either. But I’m glad you were there, pal. Best representative we could have.
At that gathering was some of the best roasted goat meat I’ve had yet I can say. And in Muslim countries generosity toward the stranger is incumbent on people. I ran into that repeatedly on that trip. Even from folks who had next to nothing to give. One time I stayed with a farm family outside Kandahar, Afghanistan. The wife’s main time consuming chore was collecting firewood. I was moved to give them my Colman campstove and I taught her how to ferment methane from goat/sheep poo and collect the gas. That created a whole new dynamic for them and everybody from round about had to come and see my contraption at work. It functioned rather well I must say, even if a tad stinky.

Personally, I’d rather the Saudis be permanently buried in the sand, but I get your point.
I encountered that in the Philippines. One incident taught me to my chagrin that a casually expressed desire is something they can react to like a deathbed request. The upshot was somebody made a long drive to get coconut pies but I learned a lot that wasn’t in the guidebooks. We have similar things though—like student exchange programs, where people open their homes and take in these kids and treat them like their own. People can be terrible, but OMG they can be wonderful too, all around the world. You have to have some faith in that.