Let's face it. Paul Wolfowitz has never been known for his satorial elegance. Remember that clip from back when he was still Assistant Secretary of Defense when one of his minders, quite lovingly I thought, used his own spittle to smooth out the neocon saint's unruly hair?
However, now he has outdone himself. When visiting a mosque in Turkey the other day he took his shoes off to enter the holy site only to reveal that he was wearing holy socks!
Come on Paul. I have no doubt that your salary at President of the World Bank is more than sufficient for you to afford a new pair once every month or so. Even better you could probably pick up a couple of dozen practically for free when you next visit a Chinese sweat shop to see how World Bank loans are being put to use bringing poverty and suffering to hundreds of millions of peasants throughout the third world.
I'm sure that his mother must have told him, at some point in his adolescence, to always wear clear pants in case he was in an accident and had to be rushed to hospital. If he isn't smart enough to extrapolate the mosque visiting lesson from that he probably isn't smart enough to have his job, or indeed any of the jobs he has held over the past twenty years.
Do you think the socks stunk as well? Maybe they are his lucky socks and he has sworn to wear them, without washing or changing them, until there is victory in Iraq and peace throughout the Middle East.
However, now he has outdone himself. When visiting a mosque in Turkey the other day he took his shoes off to enter the holy site only to reveal that he was wearing holy socks!
Come on Paul. I have no doubt that your salary at President of the World Bank is more than sufficient for you to afford a new pair once every month or so. Even better you could probably pick up a couple of dozen practically for free when you next visit a Chinese sweat shop to see how World Bank loans are being put to use bringing poverty and suffering to hundreds of millions of peasants throughout the third world.
I'm sure that his mother must have told him, at some point in his adolescence, to always wear clear pants in case he was in an accident and had to be rushed to hospital. If he isn't smart enough to extrapolate the mosque visiting lesson from that he probably isn't smart enough to have his job, or indeed any of the jobs he has held over the past twenty years.
Do you think the socks stunk as well? Maybe they are his lucky socks and he has sworn to wear them, without washing or changing them, until there is victory in Iraq and peace throughout the Middle East.
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