Friday, October 28, 2005
The Real President administers a pep talk
to the rest of the traitors...
Why this is So Fucking Bad -- Part I.
Why this is bad For Republicans.
Lets face it, the White House has only two tenses when it comes to the framing of any narrative, and they both stem from Preznit Drinky’s strategy of dividing and conqueringTime.
First, there is the alky’s Best Friend: the eternally Bright Future about which they talk endlessly. The Bright Future is a wonderful, scrum-dee-lee-icious realm full of Iraqi Corners that are juuuust about to be turned, booming prosperity, magically evaporating deficits and rising Republican popularity. Just one orgasmic, dogmatic victory after another, forever and ever, amen, and escaping into the Bright Future is the single-minded goal and fantasy of every abusive drunk.
No matter how badly you may have fucked everything up, no matter how many years in a row you have made the world a misery, the lure of leaping into the motorcade bound for the Bright Future is irresistible. Hiding in the back seat and watching with glee as the rubble and ruin and felonies and piles of dead bodies for which you are responsible disappear safely into the rearview mirror.
Then there is and the Dim and Distant Past, which addicts and their Spokesmen like a whole lot less.
The Dim and Distant Past is that scary place full Dubya’s draft dodgery, drunkenness, lies, broken promises, blood-soaked treason, treachery, betrayal of the nation’s trust, breathtaking ineptitude, fatal arrogance, casual thuggery,
And that’s just in the last two weeks!
So the White House does not talk about the past – even when that past is five minutes ago and the bloodstains are still warm and spreading across Cheney’s drooling chin. They toe-dance around it with phrases like “I’ve already addressed that” and “We’re not going to go over that again” and “We don’t believe in looking backwards.”
No junkie looks back.
To look back is the first step to taking ownership of your mistakes, and if there is one thing the Party of Ownership and Personal Responsibility tries to thrash and worm out of harder than a vampire strapped into a tanning bed it’s owning up to their own Personal Responsibility.
This has traditionally been a Winning Strategy because the media have traditionally been so pussywhipped, co-opted or outright-purchased that they usually refuse to look at the horror even when the Truth drops -- rotting and hogtied -- smack in their laps.
And the rank and file of the GOP ain’t gonna hold Dubya to account for any-fucking-thing ever, because they are, by-and-large, kinda stupid. And at a visceral level, most of them really, REALLY hate this country in their own way as fiercely as any Wahabi Muslim. Listening to professional liars like Limbaugh or Hume or Coulter year after year has left them with a kind of Mendacity Melanoma. Riddled with a cancer of lies so bone-deep that they have developed a life-threatening allergy to anything that has the faintest whiff of fresh air and Facts.
Simply put, if a Republican ever sat quietly down and examined the simple truth of what they have allowed this Administration to do in their name and with ehir support, honor would demand that they either repudiate Bush and his whole nefarious enterprise every bit as loudly and rabidly as they supported it in the past, or eat a bullet. Now since Honor has long been exiled from the GOP, that ain’t gonna happen, but what this status quo means for them is bad times ahead as far as the eye can see.
Because with the indictment of Libby, the hammer has fallen, and trials will one day begin. There will be subpoenas and lawyers, discovery and depositions, and a lot of decomposing bodies will come tumbling into the light. But that could all be chalked up as nothing more than a small cloud on the far horizon of the Bright Future, were it not for the fact that Rove – like Billy Pilgrim in "Slaughterhouse-Five" – has come unstuck in time.
He has been exiled to Indeterminateville, where his fate cannot be whisked or whiskeyed away into the locker of the Recent Past about which the Administration never speaks, and yet he cannot be promoted to the faraway Bright Future; that phantasmagorical land where everything is always fine and where lions and lambs go to Denny’s together, where their kids share pudding cups.
Instead, it is the combination of a Libby indictment and a Rove trapped for the moment in a Limbo that sticks like a bone in the throat of the GOP Wurlitzer and strands Dubya in the terrible, eternal Now. That awful place full of blame and shame and consequences.
Marooned like Tantalus between the two narrative boltholes where has always fled when the shit he heaves into the fan comes a’whirling back at him.
"If we desire respect for the law, we must first make the law respectable." -- Louis D. Brandeis Don't ...