Well, a despot has to visit friends, doesn’t he?
It was a strange week for the loony strongman from Iran.
President Mahmoud Ahmadinejad’s six nights in New York featured a secret sit-down with militant minister Louis Farrakhan, heckling in a hotel bar, and a fear of being rubbed out that bordered on paranoia.
The president shared a hush-hush meal with Farrakhan and members of the New Black Panther Party Tuesday at the Warwick Hotel on West 54th Street.
The meeting of the podium smackers took place in a banquet room, where the fiery leaders presumably exchanged theories on what’s wrong with the world.
All three of those cockholsters are part of what’s wrong with the world.
On Thursday night, Sudanese diplomats trying to get in to see Ahmadinejad at the Hilton Manhattan East, on 42nd Street, squared off with security and a pushing match ensued. Two well-dressed women in their 40s came in, sat at the hotel bar and ordered drinks.
One of them caught the attention of the president’s security detail, which had set up a station in the hotel lobby. She was soon surrounded by eight angry Iranians, who ordered her to leave. She refused.
A manager tried to calm things down. Suddenly, the woman stood up and pointed at the Iranians, yelling, “You stoned my sister! You’re murderers!”
Well, for one thing, a foreign security detail has no fucking right to tell anyone to leave an American bar.
Secondly, our country should not be open to a meeting between an Islamic terrorist dictator and U.S.-based terrorist groups.
Gee I wonder what they talked about. Funding for their organizations, recruiting new Islamic terrorists, spreading jihad in America….the usual “peaceful” shit from Islam.
I hope the intelligence agencies had the smarts to bug the room.