Maureen Dowd met with the Saudi ambassador at his embassy across from the Watergate last week. Condoleesa Rice lives in the Watergate. There's a little grocery in her building, an escalator ride down from street level. I kept a lookout for our well-heeled Secretary of State when I was there; maybe she'd pick up a can of soup or a pork chop after a long day at the White House. She never showed. Was she eating Chinese take-out with her staff, strategizing her next global jaunt?
And the Saudi ambassador -- does he ever drop by the Watergate grocer to satisfy a chocolate craving or buy the jumbo bag of navel oranges? They're pretty good this time of year. I guess he's got underlings to do that for him.
The Saudi royal daughters are educated in DC from the safety of the Saudi royal palace. There's a basement classroom at George Washington University decked out with TV cameras for the princesses' closed circuit enlightenment. Do they ever set foot in their market in Riyadh? Are their overseas calls monitored by dear daddy and his Arabian knights? What if the daughters get a Hershey's craving? Ahh... servants, right. Halliburton likely wheels a dessert cart down the palace corridors on schedule, mocha cherry cheese cake for all. And the neighborhood Halliburton contractor? Will he be kidnapped in Baghdad today, terror's post-it note? This would garner a story by the likes of foreign correspondent Anne Garrels, if she survives the drive from airport to hotel.
Thomas Friedman says there's a bill in congress to reduce US oil consumption through the use of alternative fuels and new technology. It's supported by key Republicans and Democrats in both houses. And if, between chocolate cravings and road trips to the mega mart two streets down we can fit it in, we are urged to contact our elected reps and tell them to vote it in.
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