It takes a special kind of asshat to fly from Europe to Manhattan on your employer’s dime, to attend a phantom meeting, and spend the trip getting plastered. Special indeed, if you get caught at it by a bartender who blogs about it, and it’s the blogger who gets fired (with your help). But it takes an asshat supreme to go through this, and when called to the carpet by your boss, to say it’s the Internet’s fault.
The fact that you’re Belgian Minister of Defense Pieter De Crem is just the shit flavored icing on the cake of ass.