It was so dead today that I washed windows. Yeah, I know, I'm damn near perfect but what can I say. More to talk about tomorrow but late this afternoon came along this mind-mender. Quick, if you were a Greek, what's the next worst thing you could do besides meeting with Val Putin? How about having your Rock Star Finance Minister meet with IL Duce? Yep. On the occasion of the EBRD/IMF meetings this week Varoufakis plans to wander over to the White House for a one-on-one with Obama. Memo to the Finance Minister: You don't owe any money to the United States, although you might have missed that given you owe everybody else. Memo to Duce: you don't meet with the Finance Minister of an almost-country who is hock up to its eyeballs with your allies Over There. At the end of the day it probably will not amount to much but if I were Angie the first thought I would have is what in the hell does this jerk think he's going to get out of this meeting? If he is allowed to speak with anyone it should be me.
I guess I'm old fashioned but there is...or should be..a protocol about these things. Just because you are gauche enough not to wear a tie doesn't mean you set the rules unless of course you have a willing dope on the other end whose ego makes him entirely insensitive to the damage such an encounter might cause and believing that there is a role for him to play. Then again, there might be a simple answer to all of this. The finance minister job in Greece isn't exactly a walk in the park. Maybe the guy is interviewing to become the next Secretary of the Treasury. Judging by current standards, there's a do-nothing job if there ever was one. Gotta wear a tie, though. Well, you can't have everything.
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