Sweet jumping Jehosephat, who knew Iraqi bloggers sound so much like Karen Hughes? Or do they pen their thoughts -- thankfully, for us, in the king's English -- more like David Frum?
I couldn't believe it when on Countdown tonight, Keith showed a snippet of Bush's speech to the what's-your-beef council or whatever:
Bush made a surprising reference to the blogosphere during a spirited defense of his war strategy on Wednesday. The mention seemed even more unusual because the president didn't identify whom he was quoting, so he seemed to be leaning on anonymous commentary.
"They have bloggers in Baghdad, just like we've got here," Bush told the National Cattlemen's Beef Association. Then he began to quote: "Displaced families are returning home, marketplaces are seeing more activity, stores that were long shuttered are now reopening. We feel safer about moving in the city now. Our people want to see this effort succeed."
Could Bush's blogger buddies be a whole lot of sizzle, but not much steak?
I can't take it anymore. Every day I come here looking for the diary title that matters: BUSH IMPEACHED, or WAR ENDS, or DEMOCRATS UNITED TO STOP WAR. Or even CHENEY DROPS DEAD.
Oh, flame away. You think I don't wake up every morning hoping for an end to this infernal madness? That I wouldn't wish for a man who lives for the kind of power that leads only to death and destruction to be put out of our misery? What do you think the original patriots would have done if George III had croaked in his sleep -- had a friggin caucus and then sent flowers to the funeral?
I'm going to say my piece, dammit.
It's been a long, long road, folks. A long and top secret road.
I was pouring over the presser Tony Snow held yesterday and was thinking about just how secretive this administration has been since day one. Turns out, most of our suspicions -- like the one about Cheney's energy task force -- were dead on. And now we are discovering a web of secrecy with the U.S. attorneys scandal that is mind-boggling in its scope and implications.
Psssst ... yo there, Mr. Decider ... I have something to whisper in your ear, something super special top secret: you're toast.
I took a little trip down memory lane tonight. It wasn't that fun, let me tell you, but I brought back souvenirs.
What can you say about a president who would lead us into war on false pretenses, and sentence thousands of Americans and Iraqis to death for a flawed and pointless mission?
What can you say about a president who would bankrupt the U.S. economy, saddling generations with gargantuan debt and growing disillusionment?
What can you say about a president who would ignore the world's best science and condemn humanity to a tardy and insufficient response to global warming?
What can you say about a president who would hijack the Supreme Court, the Congress, every federal agency, and the courts to pursue an insane vision of unitary executive power and privilege?
What can you say about a president who would decry an increase in the minimum wage, yet throw billions from the public till to his friends and co-conspirators?
What can you say about a president whose every thought, every sentence, every initiative is built on greed, lies, and psychotic lust for power?
Here is what you can say:
WORSE THAN WATERGATE
The new political gospel: public office is private graft. - Mark Twain
Impeachment is only a matter of time. That is, if the American public has the will to jettison an administration totally dedicated to political hegemony and personal graft.
Yes, the Republicans came to town to "drown government in the bathtub." If that weren't bad enough, the GOP used taxpayer money to buy the water, the tub, and the assassin's services -- all provided by one of their own companies, at a huge mark-up of course.
You don't have to read every line of the slowly uploaded e-mails to get the point: this is the highest level of corruption and graft ever perpetrated in the United States by the government.
If congresspeople ask the right questions and demand all the evidence officials are likely now trying to shred, hide, bury, burn, swallow, or shove up their asses -- then before this thing is over, it will be clear that the lastest scandal is 100% pure, unadulterated obstruction of justice. The obstruction is an attempt to cover up a widespread pattern and practice of GOP and corporate corruption.
If a Democrat is not elected president in 2008, I'll eat my hat. Hell, if a Democrat is not elected president in 2008, I'll probably have to.
We've all gone beyond the worry that a Democratic leader is going to inherit the biggest bag of fuckedupness since Franklin Delano Roosevelt: Iraq, huge national debt, government agencies in disarray, New Orleans still a mess, global warming getting hotter, health care a disaster, corporations and corruption run amok, a looming energy crisis. That's a mere skim off the top. The country is a mess.
But -- who knew? -- it could all boil down to what people are wearing for their congressional testimony this season, the catchiness of a campaign theme song, or whether Hillary reminds voters of their ex-wives.
Follow me for some gratuitous dish, if you wish.
Authoritarians have the potential to destroy the world. If you ask me, they've already made too much progress. I've spent hours and hours going over my life trying to figure out why my father is one. Barely got to the bottom of that when George W. Bush was elected. Holy moly, is a liberal's work never done?
George W. Bush is an authoritarian. So is Dick Cheney. And Donald Rumsfeld, and about everybody tapped to serve in shrub's misadministration. So is George Will, Roger Ailes, Tucker Carlson, Victoria Toensing, Rush Limbaugh, the third grade teacher that made you color in black and white, and that dreadful babysitter who came to your house packing a big stick and a copy of "Rules of Engagement."
Miserable folks. And they make the world pay. The serious questions are:
1). How do people become authoritarians?
2). Why do authoritarians act the way they do?
3). What can we do about it?
Follow me over the hump -- but I'm not ordering you to, or anything.
We've talked a lot about the press round these parts. From the insidious Judith Miller and the New York Times' flagrant beating of war drums to the berating of the blogosphere by Howie Kurtz and other yeyhoos, the "mainstream media" (MSM) has performed miserably on so many occasions it is impossible to keep track any longer. Let's face it: newspapers suck in this country. Today, they are owned by corporate oligarchs who bend decidedly rightward, who have no respect for the journalistic enterprise or the quest for the truth, and who are willing to sacrifice millions of people to the meat grinder of a profit machine they stoke.
No self respecting fish would be caught dead in today's newspaper. As for us, I think it's now safe to say: the Internet IS our free press.
Join me below the electronic fold for a little more rant, some interesting links, and some news about what Patrick Fitzgerald is busy doing today.
Thank heavens for resourceful reporters! As you are all aware, Khalid Sheikh Mohammed has -- according to government sources -- confessed to being the mastermind of the 9-11 attacks as well as the death of American journalist Daniel Pearl. What you don't know is that an intrepid reporter was going through Kyle Sampson's garbage (Wednesday is paper recycling day in D.C.) and found an intriguing group of e-mails.
The content is reproduced below.
For the past six years, I have watched as scandal after scandal and lie after lie has been paraded for its requisite fifteen minutes of fame. "Surely this will undo the Bush administration," people say. "Yes, this is definitely it," others chime in. "Now they've gone too far." Let's write our congresspeople! Let's boycott! Let's send e-mails to Keith Olbermann!
I've had a belly full of the horseshit. Gone too far? There's no such thing as too far when one's government and the entirety of the political culture is as rotten as a ten-day old fish in the noonday sun. The truth is, the United States is at the most critical juncture of its history and the signs do not bode well.
On the heels of the unpopular surge, we now celebrate the unmasking of the purge, as if this will finally do it, this is the "too far" moment, camel's back meet straw. Frankly, I don't think so. There is a sickness in the land that overwhelms all of it for me. Let's start with this: I think those attorneys deserved to be fired.
We make fun of things around here. Things like ignorant politicians, election scams, bullshit propaganda. And Republicans. Lots of them. And stupid states. While there are still the "usual suspects" when it comes to stupid, Illinois has now joined my list of backwater states.
Rejecting Duckworth, Laesch, and Seals? WTF? What were you thinking?
An election night rant for the hell of it continues after the bump.
I have spent the last six years ignoring my gut. Oh, sure, I titillated it a few times with Fahrenheit 9-11 and theories about Bush's back box. I read -- but rarely commented -- in the "tinfoil" LIHOP and MIHOP diaries, and it was easy to dismiss Bev or Greg based on the intellectual weight and irresistable wit of dKos' many articulate naysayers.
"You can't get me," I'd think. "I'm too smart for that." I've got college and grad degrees, I've been around the block, I've been on debate teams and can look at a thing more ways than one. I'm going to wait for the incontrovertible evidence, by God.
Almost 15 years ago, I was walking down Wellington Avenue on Chicago's north side, headed from where I lived on Clark Street to a store on Broadway. About mid-block along the dark street, a man reared up in a yard, stared straight at me, and dropped his pants to his ankles. I did not engage him in conversation. I did not weigh his many possible motives. I didn't wait for someone to tell me what to think. I ran like bloody hell.
Keep your pants up and follow ...