I was watching Hannity tonight -- nothing else to do until Missus War Planner returns tomorrow after a month in the land of the Rising Sun -- and he had Karl Rove on as his first guest to comment on the D. C. Clown Troupe.
Now, I like Karl for the reason I like "W" and most of the people in his administration: they piss off a lot of idiot Democrats and make them froth at the mouth. And one supposes this is why that piece of dog excrement in the White House will be around so long after he gets his ass thrown out onto Pennsylvania Avenue in 2012 (You listening, God?) -- because The Golden Pantload pisses us off. So it's natural that all of the swooning, hyper-libs will insist on invoking his memory and talk about "the good old days" well into the teens of this century.
Anyway, The Architect -- man, I love that sobriquet -- comes up three gems while I am watching.
First, as for Helen Thomas, we ought to just let that old piece of slime slink off to her freezing garret where she can heat up a can of Campbell's chicken with rice soup over her hot plate, watch broadcasts of White House press conferences with some other hack is sitting in her goddam front row seat, slinging brickbats at the hapless press secretary. I can see her now, chugging back that lukewarm porridge and mumbling, "I coulda been a contendah.."
I'm with Rove on this one except I still like the idea of her being stuffed and put in the back row -- banished to ignominy for an eternity.
The other point Rove managed to insert between Hannity's incessant ticking off his talking points was a delicious anecdote about Steven "Nobel Laureate" Chu. It seems that this idiot was so freaking clueless (again, with the freaking) that when BP finally did get a cap on the pipe, he asked why there was still oil coming out. Apparently, the highly regarded, award-winning, paint-all-the-roofs-white, certified genius secretary did not that caps apparently do not completely stop the flow lest the pressure blow them off.
Oh sure, you and I didn't know that, but then again, we're not pulling down a government paycheck from the department of energy, are we?
So color yet another member of the Clown Troupe as clueless in D.C.
Final shocker? Well, it turns out that the BP president has not spoken once -- not one single time -- with the POSOTUS since this crisis began.
Well, I gotta do about a zillion loads of wash and clean up the dishes in the sink before I get knee-capped by the Mrs. W.P. tomorrow so I'll toddle off and leave you to your own devices.
"Boodle-am, boodle-am, boodle-am shake," as Gus Cannon would say.
