Don Rumsfeld Taught Me That Bald Eagles Are Not Bald

A legacy of humor and decency that the mainstream media won’t publish

“You’re someone famous,” a woman said to Donald Rumsfeld as she pointed at his chest. She had been walking down the narrow hall of the cruise ship when she stopped suddenly and loudly made the accusation. I was standing next to him, and as an experienced press secretary, I tried to figure out how to get the principal out of this situation. 

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