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Starry-eyed an' laughing as I recall when we were caught
Trapped by no track of hours for they hanged suspended
As we listened one last time an' we watched with one last look
Spellbound an' swallowed 'til the tolling ended
Tolling for the aching ones whose wounds cannot be nursed
For the countless confused, accused, misused, strung-out ones an' worse
An' for every hung-up person in the whole wide universe
An' we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing.
-Bob Dylan, "Chimes Of Freedom"
He got the bastard. The turd is off the rose.
I lift a glass tonight to you, Joe Wilson, and I await the day, now closer than ever, when you can watch him truly being frog-marched out of The White House.
The lines now are truly drawn, and it is clearly a battle of democracy vs. fascism. They are pointing guns at protesters now, and there is no pretense at all of it being anything else than insane ambition and arrogance, wrapped in a wrapper of stupidity and served hot, always hot, to the touch. Black motorcades reminiscent of Nazi Germany shield a certifiable madman, but today the man whose sole purpose in life is/was to lie, steal, rob and destroy in the name of the madman has received his long-overdue payback meal. It's the the ultimate Karma sandwich, Karl, and we're all gonna kick back and watch you choke on every bile-filled bite.
"We may never find the 'senior official' who leaked", said George, all the while knowing that his right hand man, the man who pulls his string and makes his mouth move, had leaked Valerie Plame's name to everyone with a sympathetic ear and a Democratic axe to grind. When confronted, Curly Karl lied his ass off, showing Moe and Larry the road map to follow when their numbers get punched down the road. Trouble is, Curly got poked in the eyes yet again, and when he looked around it wasn't Moe. It was Patrick. Jeesus H. Christ, how did THAT happen??
No one knows, at least not in The White House. "The guy has certified Repub creds, we checked him out. Just like all the other prosecutors and judges we put in. He was with the program, I tell ya, he was with the program. I don't know what happened."
Conscience, baby, conscience. He had one, and that was what tripped you up. George, we know you left yours in the womb, and Dick, you sold yours for stock options. As for you, Karl, I can understand that since you are bereft of any human feelings it was not something you would expect to find in your circle of friends. But there it was, hanging like a god damned albatross. The more you lied, the bigger it got - didn't Scooter give you a clue? Nah, I guess not. You probably just felt he'd fall on the sword for you, but like you he is also a man of great cowardice, and when he found there was room on the sword for two he did what any self-respected coward would do - he pointed it straight at your blubbery little ass and started running.
So now, Karl, it's your turn to resign "with great sadness", and it's George's turn to accept said resignation "with great sadness." But it's our turn to watch it all "with great glee", and as you roll over on the next guy to try and save yourself from a Room With No View we will dance in the streets "with great glee" and stomp on your Political Genius mantle until it turns to shit and covers the rest of the co-conspirators.
"Co-conspirators" - ah, brings back memories, don't it Karl?
Enjoy your lunch.
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