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Old 03-28-2003, 01:05 PM   #64
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Originally posted by StuartD
yes well, this is just another case of "Americans are the only ones that matter" talk... what about the rest of the world? I'm talk about a vote of all countries involved in the UN... and then some that aren't even....
If the majority of countries think that the US shouldn't do it... the US should just look to itself to say "well, Americans think we should, that's good enough for me... let's go!" ??
That's such a sweet sentiment but in the real world, it doesn't wash.
A good part of the world isn't bright enough to trust with a meaningfull vote. (imagine giving a 6yr old the right to vote for president and you get the pricture)
Then you have the countries who side against the US because of sour grapes. (think france)
Then you have the countries currently profitting from the status quo (think france germany and russia)

Only a fool would decide to trust an electorate like this. Thankfully, I'm not a fool and niether is my president.
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