Some watery-eyed kinder had the misfortune recently of querying your political scientist in residence just why the President was so ardently avoiding an inquiry into his NSA domestic eavesdropping program if he wasn't afraid.
The simple truth is that on this day our President has little to fear. If this Scandal is to result in his timely and entirely deserved Impeachment and undignified return to the land of the Criminally Insane and Free, it will require a total reversal of the political fortunes of this lonely shithole country that so many of us seem so irrationally attached to. That's love, I guess.
Bush is in Deep Shit, no doubt about it. But he has a legion of legislators pushing back the tide. He long ago crossed the threshold beyond which any real political damage would certainly be as fatal as a case of Ebola Zaire delivered in a pint of contaminated blood going Mach 4 through your torso or a crippling Taco Bell problem.
Now the trick, if you're Bush or you like him, is to maintain a careful balance, like on a rope bridge across a chasm full of magma, because his next misstep might well be his last. If, like me, you feel like Genghis Kahn is running the circus, there's only one option. Find a Machete, and hack those ropes to satisfyingly small pieces.
I notice that I still haven't answered my little acquaintances's question, and I'm getting a little unhinged, so I'd better bring the old wagon round. The bottom line is that the American people have, by their nature the ability to follow at any given time precisely one half of one scandal these days.
Eliot Ness, confronted with the mass of conspiracy swirling around Jack Abramoff, might have dropped an almost entirely involuntary load in his drawers. Only about half of Americans have what it takes to deal with pronouncing the man's name. The Bush Administration can, and does rely on a plurality of Americans' uncanny tendency to pass their wide-set gelatin eyes over something, experience an intensely disquieting moment of panic, and then get caught up in the exploits of a neighbor's gastrointestinal tract.
The answer to the retarded question that I got started with today is this: Bush is stalling, because he knows that if he stalls for long enough, he will be out of Office before anyone nails him to the deck for what he's done, just like his Loser father. This might be a more subtle point, but every softheaded chump who goes squirrely just because Darth Cheney shotgunned a friend in the face and then had the Secret Service impede the official Investigation is helping these filthy Swine distract the herd from its impending Doom.
We must stop letting the unscrupulous results of half-botched abortions control the news cycle and stop trying to reframe the debate, and wrap our teeth around these wretched animals' Throats.
Here's the bottom line: Anything coming out of the Beltway that doesn't constitute a capital offense is almost certainly a distraction. Ignore the fact that Cheney shot an old friend of his, regardless of how fishy it is, because we will never string a Vice President up on the White House lawn for such silliness.
Mahalo.
The simple truth is that on this day our President has little to fear. If this Scandal is to result in his timely and entirely deserved Impeachment and undignified return to the land of the Criminally Insane and Free, it will require a total reversal of the political fortunes of this lonely shithole country that so many of us seem so irrationally attached to. That's love, I guess.
Bush is in Deep Shit, no doubt about it. But he has a legion of legislators pushing back the tide. He long ago crossed the threshold beyond which any real political damage would certainly be as fatal as a case of Ebola Zaire delivered in a pint of contaminated blood going Mach 4 through your torso or a crippling Taco Bell problem.
Now the trick, if you're Bush or you like him, is to maintain a careful balance, like on a rope bridge across a chasm full of magma, because his next misstep might well be his last. If, like me, you feel like Genghis Kahn is running the circus, there's only one option. Find a Machete, and hack those ropes to satisfyingly small pieces.
I notice that I still haven't answered my little acquaintances's question, and I'm getting a little unhinged, so I'd better bring the old wagon round. The bottom line is that the American people have, by their nature the ability to follow at any given time precisely one half of one scandal these days.
Eliot Ness, confronted with the mass of conspiracy swirling around Jack Abramoff, might have dropped an almost entirely involuntary load in his drawers. Only about half of Americans have what it takes to deal with pronouncing the man's name. The Bush Administration can, and does rely on a plurality of Americans' uncanny tendency to pass their wide-set gelatin eyes over something, experience an intensely disquieting moment of panic, and then get caught up in the exploits of a neighbor's gastrointestinal tract.
The answer to the retarded question that I got started with today is this: Bush is stalling, because he knows that if he stalls for long enough, he will be out of Office before anyone nails him to the deck for what he's done, just like his Loser father. This might be a more subtle point, but every softheaded chump who goes squirrely just because Darth Cheney shotgunned a friend in the face and then had the Secret Service impede the official Investigation is helping these filthy Swine distract the herd from its impending Doom.
We must stop letting the unscrupulous results of half-botched abortions control the news cycle and stop trying to reframe the debate, and wrap our teeth around these wretched animals' Throats.
Here's the bottom line: Anything coming out of the Beltway that doesn't constitute a capital offense is almost certainly a distraction. Ignore the fact that Cheney shot an old friend of his, regardless of how fishy it is, because we will never string a Vice President up on the White House lawn for such silliness.
Mahalo.
katastrofei:
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