"But you are a great sinner, that's true... and your worst sin is that you have destroyed and betrayed yourself for nothing. Isn't that fearful? Isn't it fearful that you are living in this filth which you loathe so...?"
KISSINGER: Mr. President. Bob.
NIXON: Henry, sit down. Henry, I need you on something and I need it, I need it handled the way you handle the Soviets. Quietly…uh, back channel.
KISSINGER: Of course, Mr. President. Is it the Chinese? Because Zhou has indicated-
NIXON: It’s not the Chinese, Henry, it’s my wife.
[EIGHT SECONDS OF SILENCE]
KISSINGER: Ah.
NIXON: Every night now. Every goddamn night. We get into the bed, the lights go down, and she informs me, she informs me, Bob, like it’s a press release, that we are going to make out for hours, to, to, uh build intimacy. In a healthy way.
HALDEMAN: A healthy way, sir.
NIXON: And that’s it. That’s the whole programme. No advancement. No follow-through. We have been at this…I don’t even know, Bob, what is it, three weeks?
HALDEMAN: Closer to a month, sir, based on the residence logs.
NIXON: A month! A month of necking like I’m taking her to a sock hop. I’m the President of the United States, Henry, I’ve got the Joint Chiefs, I’ve got Hanoi, and I’m up there at eleven o’clock at night like a sophomore at the drive-in.
KISSINGER: Mr. President, if I may: what we are describing is in essence an, ah, containment posture. She has frozen the front, if you will. There is engagement, but no escalation. It is, philosophically, a kind of détente.
NIXON: I don’t WANT détente, Henry, that’s my whole point.
KISSINGER: A regrettable position, but I understand it.
NIXON: I want you to talk to her.
[SIXTEEN SECONDS OF SILENCE]
KISSINGER: [UNINTELLIGIBLE]
NIXON: You heard me. You go to her, you open a back channel, you negotiate a, a normalisation…you get me SOMETHING. You’ve gotten Brezhnev to climb down off a wall, Henry, you can get Pat to advance past first base.
KISSINGER: Mr. President, with the greatest respect, the Soviets fear me. Mrs. Nixon, I suspect, regards me as the man who keeps you on the telephone until two in the morning. I would be entering the, the negotiation from a position of considerable weakness.
HALDEMAN: He’s got a point on the optics, sir.
NIXON: Nobody asked you about the optics, Bob.
@SoundDobad I know this may sound petty, but I can’t stand it when people put photoshop a meth pipe in my mouth. A crack pipe doesn’t have that little bowl at the end. This is why we can’t trust AI. Please make the appropriate edit. Thank you for your attention to this matter.
Today, we remember a legend.
On this day in history, Harambe would have celebrated another birthday. An icon that became part of internet history, American culture, and an entire generation’s timeline.
Tomorrow marks 10 years since we lost him. Ten years since the moment the world stopped scrolling and collectively mourned something bigger than a meme.
He became a symbol of loyalty, strength, chaos, unity, and the strange beauty of the internet bringing millions of people together for one cause: never forgetting Harambe.
Everyone remembers where they were when they heard the news. And somehow, a decade later, his legacy still lives on.
Gone, but never forgotten.
Rest easy to a true patriot. 🕊️🇺🇸
May 27, 1999 — May 28, 2016
Forever in our hearts.
@HankShedwrecker Conservative transplants are desirable either as often as not because they see their new state as a haven rather than a home. They’re there to take rather than give anything back usually
But yes that’s all true