Monday, August 13, 2007

Sinking ship loses one more rat

Comes today the news that Karl Rove will be stepping down.

I read that headline and — snorting, out loud, in my silent pre-dawn house — I said to myself, “Wait, don’t tell me — he wants to ‘spend more time with his family!’ He’s gonna write a book!” And I’ll be damned if it took even four paragraphs to find out: He wants to “spend more time with his family!” He’s gonna write a book!

Well, I’d throw a party, complete with burning effigies and very strong drink, but I think it’s early to celebrate, yet. Everything this evil porcine fuck puts his soft, dry, puffy, manicured hands on gets coated with a syphilitic slime, and just because fatboy’s leaving, don’t mean he’s gone, know what I mean?

And I wonder what this does for the filthy little shit’s laughable claim of executive privilege, in re: the various scandal investigations now underway at the White House? (That claim, btw, was the funniest one they’ve pulled yet, even funnier than Dick Cheney’s assumption of place as a one-man fourth branch of the gubmint, subject to no law and no man’s will but his own … ).

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Blogger bgirl said...

Yeah, there's really no "whew! I'm sure glad he's gone" moment for us to celebrate. Damage done.

6:34 AM  
Blogger Betsy said...

And aren't you even a little more scared now that he's on the loose? Those idle hands are the devil's workshop for sure.

7:27 AM  
Blogger Gleemonex said...

Exaaaactly ... scarier off the compound than on, IMO.

9:17 AM  

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