"I'd bet your daddy gets home before Christmas."
- Rumsfeld, to a 12-year-old girl who's father is deployed in Iraq.
Rumsfeld sure likes to gamble, doesn't he?! What the kid should be asking herself is what Rumsfeld is gambling with, and whether she likes his track record for actually winning these kinds of bets.
It should be noted that this is the same Rumsfeld who said he would make no promises that the full brigade that the girl's father belongs to would be back home by the holidays, saying the following:
"I'd love to be Santa Claus, but I'm not."
So... no promises then?
"I'm not going to get into the promises business. That isn't my style."
Yeah, but he loves a good bet.
Who knows? Maybe her father will come home in only a few days, if he gets really lucky. Hell, I'd bet that some kid's father will be coming home unexpectedly over the next couple of days. Personally, I think that's a much safer bet.
"In five or ten or fifteen years, you'll all be able to look back and appreciate the importance of what's being done and the value of what's being done."
Indeed. We'll all be able to look back and appreciate it much more when there's a strong, stable, united Islamic caliphate that spreads from Morocco all the way to Afghanistan. And when that happens, we'll know who to thank.
"I wish I had a magic wand and the power to say, 'yes.' But I don't."
He wants to be both Santa Claus and the Tooth Fairy... but he looks so much better with the long black robe and scythe.
If he wants a magic wand, he should talk to Bolton. I hear he has one hidden away which he uses for special occasions.