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OFFICIAL WHITE HOUSE TRANSCRIPT
DATE: 07-27-2001
PRESENT: Condoleezza Rice, Richard Clarke
[BEGIN TRANSCRIPT]
DR. RICE: Come in.
RICHARD CLARKE: May I have a moment, Dr. Rice?
DR. RICE: A moment, yes. But spit it out, because I'm off to meet with President Bush in a few minutes, and you know what he gets like when this here coffee gets lukewarm and milky.
RICHARD CLARKE: That's what I'd hoped to talk to you about, Dr. Rice.
DR. RICE: W's Sanka?
RICHARD CLARKE: No, the President. Have you had a chance to review the URGENT memo I sent you six months ago?
DR. RICE: A memo? I can neither confirm nor deny receipt of any memos whatsoever. Maybe it's in that stack on the floor under all my hockey sticks.
RICHARD CLARKE: This was an URGENT memo about Al Qaeda.
DR. RICE: Al who?
RICHARD CLARKE: Al Qaeda. They're the ones who bombed our embassies in Africa and attacked the USS Cole. They were a clear and present danger under President Clinton, and are even moreso now, sir.
DR. RICE: Sir? Excuse me? Do I look like Karen Hughes to you? Just because I ain't married and ain't never shown a discernible interest in no ***** nowhere don't mean I ain't no woman!
RICHARD CLARKE: My mistake. Even moreso now, ma'am.
DR. RICE: Anyway, I already told the President all about that Al Kwanzaa dude. So why are you dissin' me, huh?
RICHARD CLARKE: Ma'am?
DR. RICE: What is it Mr. Clarke? A black woman can't understand what a threat is unless it's a Newport 100's shortage or a Surgeon General announcement that fried chicken causes afro cancer?
RICHARD CLARKE: I never said any such thing!
DR. RICE: The hell you didn't, you Reagan-holdover RACIST! But tell you what – I'll forgive the transgression, if you admit that this Al homeboy didn't blow up nothing nowhere nohow and he certainly didn't pop no rounds in the head of Nat King Cole!
RICHARD CLARKE: Ma'am?
DR. RICE: That's right. The President has made it clear that no matter what those fools at the CIA are yapping on about, someone else is the cause of all our terrorization problems. And I'll give you a hint who it is. Word: his name starts with a "Saddam" and ends with a "Hussein."
RICHARD CLARKE: Ma'am?
DR. RICE: Is there a ****ing echo in here? Did you hear me, Mr. Clarke?
RICHARD CLARKE: Ma'am could you please stop shaking your finger in my face? I'm afraid you are going to flick out my contact lens. And yes, I heard you. But let me state for the record that Iraq is not a threat, and I'm extremely concerned that if we don't take action against Al Qaeda immediately, that something truly horrible will happen.
DR. RICE: We are taking action immediately, fool! Immediately after President Bush gets back from his month-long vacation on his swanky-ass thousand-acre ranch. Anyway, that's only five weeks away. What the ****'s gonna happen between now and then? Even terrorists gotta kick back and chill until after Labor Day, right? I know I is, baby.
RICHARD CLARKE: Please Dr. Rice, all current intelligence points to an impending and catastrophic–
DR. RICE: Time's up! Me and the President have to talk about real security threats – like putting together some photos of Paul O'Neill taking it up the butt – cause that little boy is gonna talk like a girlfriend getting her nails did if we don't work fast. I just feel it in my gut.
RICHARD CLARKE: But ma'am, please–
DR. RICE: Meeting over, whitey!
[END TRANSCRIPT]
from our friends at www.whitehouse.org
DATE: 07-27-2001
PRESENT: Condoleezza Rice, Richard Clarke
[BEGIN TRANSCRIPT]
DR. RICE: Come in.
RICHARD CLARKE: May I have a moment, Dr. Rice?
DR. RICE: A moment, yes. But spit it out, because I'm off to meet with President Bush in a few minutes, and you know what he gets like when this here coffee gets lukewarm and milky.
RICHARD CLARKE: That's what I'd hoped to talk to you about, Dr. Rice.
DR. RICE: W's Sanka?
RICHARD CLARKE: No, the President. Have you had a chance to review the URGENT memo I sent you six months ago?
DR. RICE: A memo? I can neither confirm nor deny receipt of any memos whatsoever. Maybe it's in that stack on the floor under all my hockey sticks.
RICHARD CLARKE: This was an URGENT memo about Al Qaeda.
DR. RICE: Al who?
RICHARD CLARKE: Al Qaeda. They're the ones who bombed our embassies in Africa and attacked the USS Cole. They were a clear and present danger under President Clinton, and are even moreso now, sir.
DR. RICE: Sir? Excuse me? Do I look like Karen Hughes to you? Just because I ain't married and ain't never shown a discernible interest in no ***** nowhere don't mean I ain't no woman!
RICHARD CLARKE: My mistake. Even moreso now, ma'am.
DR. RICE: Anyway, I already told the President all about that Al Kwanzaa dude. So why are you dissin' me, huh?
RICHARD CLARKE: Ma'am?
DR. RICE: What is it Mr. Clarke? A black woman can't understand what a threat is unless it's a Newport 100's shortage or a Surgeon General announcement that fried chicken causes afro cancer?
RICHARD CLARKE: I never said any such thing!
DR. RICE: The hell you didn't, you Reagan-holdover RACIST! But tell you what – I'll forgive the transgression, if you admit that this Al homeboy didn't blow up nothing nowhere nohow and he certainly didn't pop no rounds in the head of Nat King Cole!
RICHARD CLARKE: Ma'am?
DR. RICE: That's right. The President has made it clear that no matter what those fools at the CIA are yapping on about, someone else is the cause of all our terrorization problems. And I'll give you a hint who it is. Word: his name starts with a "Saddam" and ends with a "Hussein."
RICHARD CLARKE: Ma'am?
DR. RICE: Is there a ****ing echo in here? Did you hear me, Mr. Clarke?
RICHARD CLARKE: Ma'am could you please stop shaking your finger in my face? I'm afraid you are going to flick out my contact lens. And yes, I heard you. But let me state for the record that Iraq is not a threat, and I'm extremely concerned that if we don't take action against Al Qaeda immediately, that something truly horrible will happen.
DR. RICE: We are taking action immediately, fool! Immediately after President Bush gets back from his month-long vacation on his swanky-ass thousand-acre ranch. Anyway, that's only five weeks away. What the ****'s gonna happen between now and then? Even terrorists gotta kick back and chill until after Labor Day, right? I know I is, baby.
RICHARD CLARKE: Please Dr. Rice, all current intelligence points to an impending and catastrophic–
DR. RICE: Time's up! Me and the President have to talk about real security threats – like putting together some photos of Paul O'Neill taking it up the butt – cause that little boy is gonna talk like a girlfriend getting her nails did if we don't work fast. I just feel it in my gut.
RICHARD CLARKE: But ma'am, please–
DR. RICE: Meeting over, whitey!
[END TRANSCRIPT]
from our friends at www.whitehouse.org