Undermining Dick Cheney

Cheney Assails Those Favoring Iraq Drawdown
“Vice President Dick Cheney offered an aggressive defense ...”

Interesting concept.

“... of the Bush administration's Iraq strategy today, asserting that those in Congress who pursue a gradual drawdown of American forces are ‘undermining’ the troops.”

No, what he's saying is that they are undermining Dick Cheney. As indeed they are. That this bothers him to hell is really beyond the creepy pale.

Not that anyone gives a fig anymore.

Mark my words. (Got a marker? Good.) It will only become more naked: Dicky cares only for Dicky, Dicky's skin, Dicky's reputation, and above all ... well, you just don't realize. Disobey Dicky, Do Not What Dicky Sees Fit—these sorts of concepts do not compute.

They just lay there, the clumps of indigestible information which eventually balloon into aneurysms behind the knees. Anyone knows that. White House crew? Gurney at the ready.

Because it's only going to get worse. Nobody is going to do a damn thing the way Dicky sees fit, which is to say, the poor man's world is already in the process of collapse. In this case, as in Rummy's, the fault lies in its own foul atmosphere. We are beyond the Planet Narcissism. We are in an inhuman universe, where the death—or life—of others, of kids, teenagers, do not connect up with, More Troops! On The Ground!

And all he knows, to try and get his way, is to say shitty things about others. Oh Dick. That iron-willed focus. Der Fuhrer would have loved you.

RUMMY OUT ON ASS!

Remember, you read it here first!

Shit. I might as well quit blogging. Do you know, I started in on Rummy, whoa, more than a year ago—the truth, she moves anthills. Course I don't exactly have Washington's ear and if I did, would they listen? Absolutely not. What I have observed is that people want to do things their own way; two, I am about as diplomatic as a trailer-shy mule, and three, it is my life's work to express the universal disgust with these tragic buffoons, from the sidelines, using as few foul words as possible. Or at least no more than are called for.

Which means staying away from MH,TRP. (My Hero, The Rude Pundit.) Though it is no more his failing than mine that certain aspects of lying asshole-ism can only be accurately nailed with, what did Tom Wolfe call it, “Fuck Patois.”

Except patois, wait a minute, lemme look it up—okay, it's not dismissive. Still, sounds like a word that doesn't dig deep into the foul.

Speaking of bonfires, RP this morning says, and I blockquote:

“If there was a clear mandate that comes from last night's midterm elections, it is this: the American people want the Bush presidency destroyed. However it must be done, it has to be done, so that the only legacy left from his squalid six years is bodies stacked like cordwood for the bonfires of uselessness.”

Re: the press conference today, RP also writes

“ ... Bush self-deprecates just enough to seem charming, the members of the media need to use their questions to kick him to the ground, piss on him while he's down there, and then gloat about his beaten, urine-stinking body. Don't allow him to spin it in his favor in any way. To the reporters who are willing to tear apart the administration and dine on its innards shall go the rewards.”

               Anyone in this Bed Got a Cigarette?

“Let's not worry about cleaning the sheets and ourselves just yet. Let's just lay here, sticky, sweaty, exhausted, blissful, and enjoy the way the sun seems a little brighter this morning ...”

Oh, hell. Did he just have sex, god damn it?

I am going to institute me a rule.

Meanwhile, the NYT (hell with link) says

“There was absolutely nothing more left for Mr. Rumsfeld to do as secretary of defense except continue to defend failed policies and tinker with unworkable strategies.”

Far as I can see, Rummy happy to go on tinkering the exact same way til approximately forever.

But somebody had to go sleepies with da fishies. Ca-chunk! (Muted, thunky splash, like when Pussy Bompensiero went over, okay, maybe not that big.) Such is the custom, and Christ knows it wasn't going to be Dick Cheney. Dick Cheney will leave the Whitehouse on a gurney and not one minute sooner.

Did you know that nearly half the Iraqi war deaths are children under age fifteen?

Happy Days Are Here Again—and the chance to do something about that wretched, shameful fact. Besides engraving it, pre-need, on Dicky's tombstone. Wherever the hell it is. Got my chisel ready.

Nothing But Prayers

          

Yes, these children are dead. Yes, Iraq. Yes, common scene.
Yes, Rumsfeld should be strung up by his ...

What else can one say. Words dissolve ... a swirl of leaves, caught by a gust, spirals up and over our heads, into a sky so bright it hurts. Hurts. Hurts.

And I am so sorry ...

tags: children death iraq war rumsfeld

Mission Tragically Bungled

“Before yesterday, the worst incidents were the deaths of 17 soldiers from the 101st Airborne Division in the November 2003 collision of two UH-60 Black Hawk helicopters, also in Mosul, and, two weeks before that, the loss of 15 soldiers when a CH-47 Chinook transport helicopter crashed west of Baghdad.

All three occurred after President Bush's May 2003 declaration that major combat operations in Iraq had ended.”

link: Washington Post

Responsibilities

The young Marine wrote about the Fallujah offensive: ‘I fear it's a fight for my life. Dad, I need your prayers and advice more than ever.’ About an hour later, there was a knock on the door ...

I would lay his body across Rumsfeld's desk. I would wrap him in the flag and lay him there. I would bring him home to those empty, wretched people, marry his death to their ideas. I would have Karen Hughes to wash his feet, Karl Rove to seal his eyes. You must close his eyes forever, Rove. You must feel his skin against your own ...