Monday, November 28, 2005

When You're Heading for the Precipice...Step on the Gas Daddy-O!

It's become perverted sport, watching the Bushits plunge toward the chasm of history. Every bit of bad news that doesn't also hurt someone innocent is cheering--or would be if these were just inmates in the war and social criminal prison in which they belong. The trouble is, people are hurt by these incompetent, corrupt idiots, these Neros and Caligulas of the 21st century. Still, it's good to read something like this in the New York Daily News:
Embattled White House aides have begun to believe President Bush must take the reins personally if his evaporating agenda and credibility are to be salvaged.
"We're just plodding along," admitted a senior Bush aide from deep within the West Wing bunker. "It's up to the President to turn things around now."
I don't want to bore you with a review of Chimpie's career whenever he took "the reins personally," but permit to label him one major and continuous fuck-up in life (think oil company, think Texas Air National Guard, think congressional campaign, etc.). So as bad as you might think it's gotten, or however enjoyable this sideshow of disaster is for you, it is only going to get worse, or more entertaining, however you care to view it.
A card-carrying member of the Washington GOP establishment with close ties to the White House recently encountered several senior presidential aides at a dinner and came away shaking his head at their "no problems here" mentality.

"There is just no introspection there at all," he said in exasperation. "It is everybody else's fault - the press, gutless Republicans on the Hill. They're still in denial."
So my earlier pronouncements of a version of Hitlerian bunker mentality, criticized as being "overstated" seems to be right on the money. And I hope someone will review the blog to revisit what the only outcome for such a mentality when reality finally breaks in. For the Nazi leadership, it was a tab of cyanide and/or a self-inflicted bullet in the brain. And pressing his foot all the way down on the accelerator, Chimpie is holding hands with the shithead who got him to this point in the first place--Karl Rove.
Much to Bush's relief, political mastermind Karl Rove is said to be engaged in day-to-day strategy, even though he still could be indicted in the CIA leak case.
In my memory, at least, the image of Thelma and Louise yahooing as they drive their convertible over the North Rim of the Grand Canyon will be replaced with a whining pair of losers named Bush and Rove as they run their administration at full throttle over the rim of history and into the ignominious infamy they so rightly will earn.

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

I can't remember; how many people did Thelma and Louise kill?

Olaf said...

Just 3--the husband (Thelma's?) and themselves. Unfortunately for us, Chimpie and Rover have had the nation chained to their bumper as they drive toward the cliff.

We're fucked. Enjoy the ride down.

Neil Shakespeare said...

At least they have each other for company. That poor Slim Pickens had to ride that bomb down all by his lonesome. In any case, "WAHOOOOO!!!" (Oh, and who's Brad Pitt in all this?)