Ms. Precious Marie Harf for letting us drooling, knuckle-dragging, downright Hobbity rubes know that she is just too “nuanced” for us to appreciate.
BLITZER: But you know, of course, some of the best-known terrorists out there came from wealth and privilege, with higher education, degrees, whether Mohamed Atta or bin Laden himself.
HARF: Absolutely. And, look, countering violent extremism it takes on a variety of different ways that you can do that here. Part of it is military, absolutely. We are taking direct action against ISIL in Iraq and in Syria. But look, if we looked around the world and say long-term we cannot kill every terrorist around the world nor should we try, how do you get at the root causes of this? Look, it might be too nuanced of an argument for some like I’ve seen over the past 24 hours some of the commentary out but it’s really the smart way for Democrats, for Republicans, military commanders, our partners in the Arab world think we need to combat it.
We seen Harf’s kind before. She’s of the ilk that thought Hitler was a man with whom we could do business.
She probably thinks that James Bond, Donald Duck, and the BigBoy(TM) are men with whom we can do business.
She is a garbage in-> garbage out apparatchik cog. She is a soulless mechanism in a pants suit.
If she weren’t rendered so credibly on TV more people would realize she’s just a failed Turing experiment with a CGI face.
harf’s inclination is to not wear make-up and to refrain from shaving her legs and pits
with this hooch the terrorists won without beheading a single lil aid worker
Harf is the person the “I don’t care, Obama is awesome” animated cartoon is based on.
The Bible counsels against listening to the words of a fool. However, until Harf opened her pie hole, I’d yet to really hear someone who fit the Biblical definition of “fool.”
I sincerely doubt it is possible to teach Harf anything. I’d probably have more success teaching a horse to sing and certainly much less aggravation.
Nuanced is the new stupid.
Nuance, ClownDisaster style
Greetings:
Okay, okay, okay, but I have a funny to tell….
Back in the early ’70s, after I completed the active duty part of my military service, I had two important things on my “To Do” list. The first was to get enrolled in college and the other was to get signed up for some unemployment benefits because, if there’s one thing I enjoy more than separating our rulers from some of the money they’ve separated from me, it’s double-dipping in that regard.
So, I arrived at the state’s local cash dispensary and after a bit of a wait, I was approached by a perky young lady, who, I later found out, was an honors graduate of one of those girl’s Ivy League colleges. She looked over my file, which, at that point was only a form, and began to put all her interviewing training into high gear. “So,” she began, “would you please tell me what an infantryman does?”
“Yes, ma’am,” I replied, at this point being interested in more than just money, “a good infantryman closes with and destroys the enemies of his country.” There and then followed a bit of a pause, not a particularly unpleasant one as the view was indeed quite pleasant, as the young lady gathered herself to proceed. And, as a quizzical smile came across her face, she continued asking, “Did you enjoy that work?”
Nuance, nuisance, whichever.
I just polished off a fresh cheese wheel.
*urrrrrrp*
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So Harf can expect a high ranking position within the Clinton administration?
There are nuances and you do not understand any of them and while are trying to figure them out you would get beheaded.