Lawrence Eagleburger (1930-2011)

Rose to prominence as a Kissinger deputy:

Lawrence S. Eagleburger, a troubleshooting diplomat and senior foreign policy adviser to presidents who served the country for more than 40 years, including 42 days as secretary of state at the close of President George H. W. Bush’s term, died on Saturday in Charlottesville, Va. He was 80.

I recall that, days after the towers came down, he jovially said New York City was “not the sort of place” he liked to spend time. Taken in context, his comments made it clear there weren’t enough white people here for him.

Fuck you Larry. Fuck you and all your GOP buddies grown fat and rich off our taxes.


@FlyingChainSaw: I just remember that shitty comment – not on Fox, but on CNN! No one said anything. He intimated that we were multicultural so maybe that explained the attack. Nearly 10 years later it still stings. Another GOP sociopath …

Why oh why won’t Darth Cheney die already?

@blogenfreude: Yes, it drove all the New Yorkers I know batshit crazy. Makes me stabby, too. Piss on your city, but they’ll be more than happy to take your tax money and make it a pretense for killing several hundred thousand brown people in a country that didn’t have anything to do with the attack.

@SanFranLefty: Dr. Strangelove Kissinger is 18 years older than Uncle Dick and also refuses to go to that smokin’ place he has created for himself in the hereafter.

@SanFranLefty: NYC is the oldest real city in the country, and it represents the promise of America, however flawed. I constantly go back to this (written by a Jew):

Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,
With conquering limbs astride from land to land;
Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand
A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame
Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name
Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand
Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command
The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame.
“Keep ancient lands, your storied pomp!” cries she
With silent lips. “Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!”

can we give her credit Bloggie? ~ EMMA LAZARUS~
i’ll be in your grand city on the 16th…save me a barstool.

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