Sending John Bolton to be ambassador to the U.N. is like … putting Sudan and Zimbabwe on the Human Rights Commission. Or letting Saddam’s Iraq chair the U.N. Conference on Disarmament. Or sending a bunch of child-sex fiends to man U.N. operations in the Congo. And the Central African Republic. And Sierra Leone, and Burundi, Liberia, Haiti, Kosovo, and pretty much everywhere else.
All of the above happened without the U.N. fetishists running around shrieking hysterically. Why should America be the only country not to enjoy an uproarious joke at the U.N.’s expense?
Why? Because we’re expected to pay 25% of the dues, sit down, and shut up. But where’s the fun in that?