I see that the firm young cuntlip is finally holding "bilateral talks" with the saggy, clap-ridden old cuntlip. Really? Well, that's fucking nice.
But apart from the obvious "damage has already been done" perspective, what the fuck is this cuntweaselling about "bilateral talks"? The two of them are going to sit in a pair of chairs, have a cup of coffee, the manic mincing madman is going to simper like a schoolgirl talking to a boy band cuntstain, Obamalamadingdong is going to smile, some photos will be taken and Gordoom will make up some fantasy conversation and Obama will head straight for the shower to get the stink of "Loser" off him.
They won't discuss fucking shit. But even if they did, there's two of the fuckers in a room having a chat. When your manager calls you into his office, do you have "bilateral talks"? No, I don't fucking think you do.
Why do they have to waffle out this pompous cock-sniffing terminology every time the Prime Mentalist gets within bogey-munching distance of anyone who is more popular and successful than he is ... i.e., 99.999999999999999999999999999999999% of the world's population?
Obama's deigned to offer him a cup of coffee and five minutes of his time. "Bilateral talks", my festering, rancid arse!
Update: The Snot-Gobblin' King has proclaimed: "I think you guys should start to understand how international meetings work."