and it wasn't really a threat, just a juicy (and funny as hell) insult.
How to Talk to a War Criminal
Greeting Rumsfeld in Taos
By JEFF CONANT
It was one of those crisp, clear 50 degree winter days with hard-packed snow that makes Taos, New Mexico a world-class ski resort and brings a steady stream of celebrities to this remote mountain hamlet. I'd taken the morning off to ski with a friend from out of town and two of his kids. Our wives had planned to meet us for lunch at a restaurant at the base of the ski-hill, so when lunchtime came we glided in, unbuckled our skis, and headed in to eat. But before I entered, I was stopped in my tracks when, from the corner of my eye I noticed a familiar-looking white-haired and bespectacled old man sitting with two others at an outdoor table. Among those whose names are regularly invoked as testament to Taos's celebrity appeal is former Secretary of Defense Donald Rumsfeld, and indeed, here I was, face to face with Rummy himself. Knowing that the former Secretary of Defense frequented the Taos Ski Valley, I had fantasized this moment many times. To my good fortune I was surprisingly prepared to greet him.
I halted and took a step towards the table where he sat, not five feet away. I stood up tall on my ski boots and looked him right in the eye.
I raised my voice so everyone within earshot could hear, and I said, "Well lookee here! If it isn't Donald Rumsfeld, our favorite local war criminal!"
He and his guests looked up. Rumsfeld himself looked exasperated. His two guests just stared at me in reproach. So rude!
I shook my head, looking him in the eye still, and I said, "Mister Rumsfeld, you have killed so many people, you have murdered and tortured so many people, that it makes me sick to think about it."
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