Jimmy Carter may not have been earliest in perceiving that President Clinton's foreign policy is a vacuum, but he has been fastest in filling it with himself. For fourteen years come November, he has been carrying the smile that proclaims his wound through incessant voyages in pursuit of a cure. He has wandered as any pilgrim must when he has no clear idea of the shrine he seeks except that it is built for him. For a while he floated about as an international statesman whose only portfolio was a heart eager for office temp employment as ambassador from Saddam Hussein or Kim Il Sung.
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