So tonight I was eating at Tosca, one of Washington's finest Italian restaurants, and there sitting at the very next table was Michael Powell, the outgoing FCC chairman and son of the former secretary of state.
Powell was eating with a mid-thirties white guy, decent looking. I don't know who he was; I do know that he has written a book.
Anyway, what Powell wanted to talk about, far too loudly, was John Negroponte, the ambassador to Iraq who President Bush has nominated to become National Intelligence Director. In Powell's opinion, Negroponte was a bad choice because he's "not ruthless enough." The White House will not listen to him. Also, intelligence is not his field; he's a diplomat. Powell believes President Bush picked Negroponte because no one the White House wanted to do the job would do it, including Tommy Franks, who said, "Hell no!" The job of National Intelligence Director cannot be done successfully. All Negroponte will do is "sit around waiting for the bomb to go off" and then take the blame when it does.
Powell came off as a self-inflated ass. But at least he gave me something to report. And the pasta was delicious.