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3.The Choice shows these talents hard at work. Brezinski takes readers on a tour d¡¯horizon of U.S. foreign policy, discusses the inevitable contradictions and tensions that enmesh a democratic society that is also a global hegemony, criticizes the Bush administration, and articulates his own vision of the way forward ¡ª all in a little over 200 pages.
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Even those who do not accept Brzezinski¡¯s critique of the Bush administration will admire the sagacity of his views; for Democrats attempting to assemble a serious and thoughtful alternative to Bush¡¯s foreign policy, The Choice is indispensable.