You’ve changed, man.

It used to be about the lying. Y’know, all those beautiful treasons we made together.

And, now?

Now?

What happened to you?

I…I…just feel so used.

From the AP

White House calls McClellan's book sour grapes

By JENNIFER LOVEN
Wednesday, May 28, 2008 8:45 PM CDT

WASHINGTON - In a shocking turnabout, the press secretary most known for defending President Bush on Iraq, Katrina and a host of other controversial issues produced a memoir damning of his old boss on nearly every level _ from too much secrecy to a less-than-honest selling of the war to a lack of personal candor and an unwillingness to admit mistakes.

In the first major insider account of the Bush White House, one-time spokesman Scott McClellan calls the operation "insular, secretive and combative" and says it veered irretrievably off course as a result.

The White House responded angrily Wednesday to McClellan's confessional memoir, calling it self-serving sour grapes.

"Scott, we now know, is disgruntled about his experience at the White House," said current White House press secretary Dana Perino, a former deputy to McClellan. "We are puzzled. It is sad. This is not the Scott we knew."
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So one hagged-out trollop ran away and wrote a tell-all, and now the remaining slatterns up at Diamond George’s Abattoir of the American Dream are all wet-hen cranky about it.

Well that's part of the Liar's Kabuki, isn’t it?

From former employees who rat out corrupt bosses, to the battered spouse who makes it out alive and at long last feels safe enough to talk about their abuser, to molested parishioners, to the child who finally can’t take another minute and spills the beans about drunken daddy, it's always the same.

First, the guilty go through great shows of public outrage.

Then comes the questioning of motives of their accusers.

Finally, broad hints and saccharine concerns about the unbalanced mental state of the whistle-blower.

Oh isn’t it all very sad? Aren’t they just so pathetic, making up these crazy stories for the money and the attention?

Tragic, really.

Of course, Scott McClellan wasn’t a tragedy. Or a comedy. Or a surprise.

He was an inevitability.

Once 50 million pinheads and five Supreme Court Justices saw fit to stuff the business end of an electoral shotgun in Lady Liberty’s mouth, blow the back of her skull off, and hand the United State of America over to the dimwit dauphin and his reptilian regent, if a baby-faced lying stooge like McClellan hadn’t been available, the Bush Administration would have invented one.

So what do we now know about Scott McClellan?

That he sold out his country.

He lied about it.

And now he’s cashing in on the misery he helped create.

Well stop the fucking presses if that isn’t Chapter One of Dick Cheney’s “Big Book Of Neocon Career Advancement”.

Of course, in Chapter Two, Cheney reminds his minions that scale makes all the difference, because in Republican circles, if you smash whole countries and loot their bleeding corpses for billions its called “foreign policy”

If you were merely a hireling who eagerly wiped the nation-smasher’s lying ass and then wrote about it two years later for $24.95 a copy, its called “disgruntled”.