My friend received a parking ticket today. He says he is so up to here with Springfield politics he could scream! Who does he think he is, #43?
I would weep for a poor schlemeil who considers being subpoenaed to tell the truth to Congress “jizz politics” if it were anyone else but #43 because I could imagine ignorance affecting the man’s cognitive ability. It has become obvious that the USA’s elected leader is an incredibly savvy theocrat who has played too many patriotic legal citizens like a cheap guitar. And he surrounds himself with others of his ilk whose capacity for subterfuge and deceit is matched only by their amorality, their lack of capacity to recognize higher morality when there are political chips to be harvested.
Sometimes an act can be morally despicable to folks who consider the human dimension first and leave the politics to the toothy bottom feeders who live on the pieces which are separated from the living essence of law. As Rove said, you don’t need to convince a vast plurality of folks; just convince 51 percent. Addressing the morality — engaging in lucid, logical dialogue with all who care to devour all parts of an issue — takes unnecessary time and effort. Why work your butt off by taking your view to votes in all 50 states when all that matter are a fraction of that number who can deliver victory if you succeed in convincing only 51 percent of their voters? And since the only ones who vote seem to be those with a messianic zeal for their kind of morality, the chunks that fall to the bottom for the real carp and catfish make this strategy even more lucrative than it was in the good the old days of Nixon and Fillmore.
Alberto is a storybook example of how far an ambitious nice guy with the mind-set of a loyal precinct committeeman can go with the right ride. Yes, there’s the law to consider, but it’s secondary to maintaining the shine on the shoes of the sponsor whose wagon you rode into Washington Deceit. The story of soon-to-be, at the close of business on Monday, September 17, Gone-zales is not one of exemplary leadership; it is one of exemplary followership. Alberto was not a builder of justice; he was a clawhammer, a tool with a proclivity for the shameless disassembly of the constitutional ethos of our forefathers.
The miracle of Alberto Gonzalez, discarded like any other tool which has outlived its usefulness is not that he’s leaving. It’s that he’s not leaving with a nose that is about four feet longer than it was when he arrived at the nation’s capital. That fate befell another famous puppet, but he was Italian. They called him Pinnochio.
Live long . . . . and proper.
