Dear Diary: I was eatin' my breakfast eggs at an ungodly hour when the Moscow Foundry Men's Choir rendition of Keep The Red Flag Flyin' blared from my iPresidentophone and drowned out the sycophants on the Today show. "Good mornin' Pootin", I said [for it was he]. "Obamavitch," he said. "I want to demonstrate to you what real diplomacy does....I have President Hassan Rouhani of Iran on the line. There was a burst of static and a voice said: " Hello, al-Obama? President Rouhani here. President Putin wants us to have a preliminary telephone talk to set up further talks between our two sides.""Excellent". I said knowin' this to be a real breakthrough/distraction at just the right time. "Let's leave it to our ambassadors to sort out a a place time and agenda. "Rouhani --or his translator-- began warbling a pop song from the Carter era. It's my Farsi and I'll cry if I want to. A quaint, but touchin', gesture. But enough about me.
