Speak softly and carry a big cheese. EU-style diplomacy apparently saved the day in Washington:

“Give me your money, or I’ll start shooting,” he demanded, according to D.C. police and witness accounts.
The five other guests, including the girls’ parents, froze — and then one spoke.
“We were just finishing dinner,” Cristina “Cha Cha” Rowan, 43, blurted out. “Why don’t you have a glass of wine with us?”
The intruder took a sip of their Chateau Malescot St-Exupéry and said, “Damn, that’s good wine…” Rowan offered him the bottle. The would-be robber, his hood now down, took another sip and had a bite of Camembert cheese that was on the table.
Then he tucked the gun into the pocket of his nylon sweatpants…
“I’m sorry,” he told the group. “Can I get a hug?”

Assailants with arms are for hugging. You can see why they figure it’ll work with Iran. If John Kerry had been elected and the State Department’sChateau Malescot St-Exupéry budget had been quadrupled, Ahmadinejad would now be tucking his nuke back in his sweatpants.

All we are saying is give piece o’ cheese. But don’t go too far, folks. Camembert: check. Wine: check. Group hugs: check. But ixnay on the Ishkray:

[George] Harrison spotted the knife… He said: “I made the decision to shout back at him to distract him. I looked down and shouted Hare Krishna, Hare Krishna.”
The tactic did not work.

There’s a surprise.