I'm in the Congo. Why would a Secretary of State come to the Congo without a national crisis? It's hot and humid, my hair is limp, I'm tired and I think something just crawled up my pant leg. After smiling, shaking hands and collecting souvenirs, I wanted to leave on a positive note. But during a press conference, someone asked me what Bill thought on a given topic. Big mistake. Huge mistake. You know, having my head explode on national television wasn't good for my contact lenses. I still can't find them.
This is such a crock. Bill is in North Korea freeing journalists from prison. And I'm in the Congo with an attitude. It's just not fair. He always looks like a hero, and I'm always second string. As Secretary of State, I was told I would have an important role in this administration. I didn't think that included bug spray, sweat and mosquito netting.
I was the first lady, I was the co-president, I was important ... and now I'm working for this kid who was a community agitator with no real experience or credentials. And I'm calling him Mr. President. I've spread the word for him. I've apologized all over the world for the tragic missteps of America. I've tried to erase the super power image of this country. And yet he continued to ignore and dismiss my opinions. Occasionally, I'm invited into the Oval office. And as I sit there, I think to myself, get out of my chair.
