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I see where you're coming from, Kemal. I can't wrap my head around a conspiracy that's passed down from cabinet to cabinet, from party to party, with a little note saying, "When you're out of office: don't let the press find out, put this in the pink envelope with the giraffe stamp on it in the right bottom drawer of the mini bar in the Oval Office. Pass it on." No one explains why the present party decided it was finally time to act.
What, were they sitting around drinking one night and Rumsfeld said, "Hey, you guys, what about that pink envelope?"
Cheney: Should we?
Bush: Hell yeah! Let's do it tomorrow.
Rumsfeld: Too suspicious
Bush: How about, next week...uh...let's say...the eleventh at 9 o'clock or so?
Cheney and Rumsfeld: Yeah!
Somehow, I doubt that's how (or bureaucratically similar) it went down.
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