It is official, my dearest friends: Chris Mathews - er, Tweety - is living in the fibers of the pockets of his Rovian masters. Oh believe it. For I witnessed a farce this morning, a thing that was hideous to behold and wholly new (in my lifetime, anyway): ass-kissing to sieg heil ends; Leni Riefenstahl with turkey gullet and hairpiece. Wretched beast, it was! Dripping, just dripping with love!
For THEM, the Southern Leadership Republicans, vying for the nomination, hungry as fuck to get the portion(s) great god Bush's bestowed upon them. The Great One has paved the way. Now time for yummy dumplings, from New Orleans, no less.
Tweety was rapping with the fine young anchor chick (sorry, don't remember her name), checking in from Tennessee in the lobby of some undoubtedly 5-star hotel, men and women in suits swirling in the background.
(The following is paraphrased, but did indeed happen on MSNBC this morning)
Anchor Chick: So what's up, Tweety?
Tweety: Well, I gotta tell ya, baby, what's struck me about this weekend so far is the Iraq shutdown...not a word, not a mention, it's like being in another world down here.
Anchor Chick: Huh...seems like that could be a little insulting to the voters who've lost people in Iraq, not mentioning the #1 issue on everyone's mind. What do you think?
Tweety: Well - interesting, you know - I tell you, I've witnessed a Knute Rockne moment down here, someone emerge who's Reaganesque, and that's George Allen. He gave a speech, I tell you what, it roused the troops more than a little, and my prediction is that Allen emerges the man to beat, the Republicans best hope.
Anchor Chick: Right.
I was blown away by the Anchor Chick's razor blade swining just then, cutting into the heart of the matter that Chris so blithely threw out there, and then - then - his preternatural pivot, but too efficient by half, because it was pretty transparent (to me, anyway) and what it covered was just this:
They got something on ol' Tweet.
And here's the poll to help us figure out together what it is: