"Mr
President, that's a nice
suit you're wearing."
GB,
smiling, "Thank you very much. It's really great to be here."
"So,
Mr President, do you know where Iraq is on the map?"
GB:
"Oh. Uhm. Yes. Of course I do. Why would you ask me such a question?"
"So
where is it then, on this map?"
GB:
"Uhm. What?"
"On
this map, here."
GB:
"Oh. Uhm. Yes, of course I can."
"?"
GB:
"! There."
"Did
you just nod your head at this map of the world? Could you point to the place
where Iraq is please?"
GB:
"Well I can see it all the way over here! Why don't you know where it is?
Ha Ha, are you stupid?"
"Where
is it then?"
GB:
"You don't know? Ha ha. Look, you really think that I would send service
personnel into harms way and didn't know, uhm, don't know, where I'm sending them?"
"Uhm,
I don't know. Point to Iraq on this map and we'll see."
GB:
"I'm offended."
"Sorry,
Mr President, it wasn't my intention to offend you."
GB:
"Well I am. Really, I am. I can assure you of that. Yes indeed."
"Sorry,
again... So you're not going to point then?"
GB:
"Of course I know where Iraq is, I don't need to point to it to prove I know
where it is."