Pimps 'n chimps
It's official--Bush's brain has resigned; allowing it to float above the quicksand into which the rest of the body politic is rapidly sinking. Karl Rove, George Bush's longterm friend, Svengali, political confidante and Rasputin has decided to throw in the extra-large K-Mart beach towel and beat a hasty retreat out of office after being told that if he did not leave by Labor Day, he would be expected to stay until the end of the President's term.
It's unfortunate that Bush will not be impeached; misery loves company and I would pay good coin of the realm to see Rove up there with the rest of the good ol' white boys who run this country clutching each other in the dock, tears drizzling down their blubbery cheeks as they testify in their best Sergeant Schultz voice, "I saw nothing, I did nothing!"
But alas it is not to be. Karl Rove will slip off quietly into that good night. The man who successfully derailed John McCain's 2000 presidential bid by spreading surreptitious slander about McCain's adopted children ("Pssst! John McCain has BLACK babies") has gotten away with it. The crafter of the hand-me-down Executive Privilege strategy keeping the soft moist little Bushies away from the dessication of a Congressional grilling will not, I'm sorry to say, ever have those self-same fires turned on him.
The mad monk of the GOP, Rove has always enjoyed a special status in the Bush White House, being as that he has had an unfair advantage because of his opposing thumbs. Rove is Bush's friend. He is Dubya's advisor. Although Condie Rice tells Georgie when to pee, it is Rove that tells George where.
For his brains and ingenuity, his scheming and strategy, Karl Rove, this Bud's for you. I hope that the next monkey in the white house has a dumber master turning the crank while he grins and grinds his organ.
Posted on August 13, 2007
