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Rice for President?

Dick Morris thinks so.

As she tours the continent after her Senate confirmation, Secretary of State Condoleezza Rice is like a rock star - her every movement, her every meeting covered by an adoring media.

America's first black female secretary of state is doing in public what she has always done in private - speaking frankly about America's priorities and the realities of the post-Cold War world. As she jokes with German Chancellor Gerhard Schroeder, loosening up his dogmatic anti-American policies, lectures Russia about freedom and warns Israel of tough decisions ahead, one thing is obvious: A star is being born.

There are many reasons this would be a wonderful thing, not the least being keeping Hillary far from the office. Morris puts it rather well in his article:

America longs to put the period on the disgraceful chapter in our nation's history that began when the first slave arrived at Jamestown, Va., more than 400 years ago. We also want to send a message to every girl, and every African-American or Hispanic baby, that there is no ceiling and that you can rise as far as your ability will carry you. The day Condi Rice is sworn in as president, regardless of the fate of her administration, that message and the punctuation of our history of racism will be obvious.

By infidel cowboy · 02.09.05 01:40PM · 



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Sincerely yours,

J Kerry (2008)

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