Wednesday, September 26, 2007

My Dinner with Adolf Mahmoud

It's his last night in the Big Apple and what does Mahmoud do? He has dinner with all the biggies of the US media and academia. He buys the dinner and the American press corps swoon. The academics wet themselves. It's beyond sickening and disgusting. Read this if you have the stomach for it...

From Time Mag: My dinner with Mahmoud Ahmadinejad. (h/t Hot Air)

The invitation was on creamy stationery with fancy calligraphy: The Permanent Representative of the Islamic Republic of Iran "requests the pleasure" of my company to dine with H.E. Dr. Mahmoud Ahmadinejad. The dinner is at the Intercontinental Hotel — with names carefully written out at all the place settings around a rectangular table. There are about 50 of us, academics and journalists mostly. There's Brian Williams across the room, and Christiane Amanpour a few seats down. And at a little after 8pm, on a day when he has already addressed the U.N., the evening after his confrontation at Columbia, a bowing and smiling Mahmoud Admadinejad glides into the room.