There were better things to do Wednesday than watch two State Department nerds advancing the D agenda. There was going to the gym, taking a nap, and flea-powdering the cat.
But, wishing to be up to date, I caught a bit of the evening coverage of Ambassador William Taylor’s remarks. These seemed to boil down to the following: a State Department dogsbody listening at a keyhole caught the president brazenly setting foreign policy rather than allowing overpaid, preppy State Department “officials” to set it.
Be still my heart.