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It's not in the least bit Rumsfeldian...
At least Rabbit Rumsfeld has a half crazed glint in his eye and grin on his face as he gleefully launches down the rabbit hole into the Wonderland of his defence briefings where nothing is quite what it seems.
Vanstone just sits there like a lobotomised queen of tarts with a blank expression on her face as she stuffs 2 year old election victory tarts into her gaping maw and the stale words"we will decide who comes in, blah, blah, blah" dribble down her chin like treacle.
"Why, you're nothing but a pack of race cards!" said Alice...
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