Thank God You Are Not Karl Rove

OK, I'm completely pimping Mark Morford's column in today's San Francisco Chronicle because it has the best one sentence description of Karl Rove I've ever read.

Morford starts out acknowledging that we've all done bad things:

Yep, you've done some horrible things in your life. Embarrassing things. Stupid. Mean. Violent, even. Eaten dirt. Smacked a baby. Kicked a kitten. Stomped some flowers. Stole. Lied. Cheated. Beat up a tree. Spit instead of swallowed. Drank bad wine. Voted Republican. Shared a needle. Promised to call and then didn't. You know, the usual.

(personally, I never drink bad wine)

Continuing:

But then, something happens. In the midst of all this consciousness review and energy sifting, you pause. You take a karmic time-out. You lift your head from the hardscrabble tumult of your cosmic computations and look around, maybe read the papers and take in the recent headlines and suddenly it hits you like a dominatrix spanks her evangelical preacher in the hot fetish dungeon of cosmic irony: The stuff you've done? That horrible little army of things you think are so dire and awful and mean? Child's play. Trifles. Piddly little nothingness of who-the-hell-cares, barely registering on the Richter scale of pain and injustice and true human misprision.

leading up to the money quote:

Because now perhaps you are reading up on the rise and fall and much-desirable end of this one particular man, this dank, sweaty, adipose embodiment of a sad political caricature, this shockingly powerful force of darkness and cruelty and pure, unfiltered iniquity known to the world as Karl Rove.

OMG.  Sadly, I had to look up a few of those words (see below, and damn that public school education) but I have never read a better description of Karl Rove.  

Read the whole article.

Vocabulary help:

adipose:  fatty; consisting of, resembling, or relating to fat
iniquity: gross injustice or wickedness.