What fortuitous timing! Mere hours after the embattled George W. Bush gives a major speech in which he invokes 9/11 at least seven times from my brief count and the very same day that it is announced that Karl Rove has requested to make an additional appearance in front of the grand jury of Patrick Fitzgerald (very likely to rat out Libby/Cheney to save his own ass) the city of New York is thrown into mass chaos by an imminent terrorist threat to the subway system that was likely choreographed by the evil Morelocks in the basement of the Pentagon.
Only fools believe in coincidence, especially if there is an abundance of such to the point where it verges on becoming a simple commodity like pork bellies.
Let’s just hope that if something blows up this time that there is an actual serious investigation while the perpetrators’ trail is still hot, unlike after the September 2001 attacks when a shocked nation caved in to cower in the shadow of an faux almighty leader seeking protection rather than to take a real hard look at the glaring inconsistencies in the official account and to ask the hard questions that needed to be asked, then again who but the most hardened and cynical could ever be capable of dealing with the ugly answers?
This morning, in an effort to revive the halcyon days of his divine reign the king did what all others do after jumping the shark and staring into the face of a career that is rapidly circling the drain: he put out his greatest hits. In a major speech, the artist formerly known as ‘the war president’ sought to regain his holy mantle while trying to leave an abysmal two months of political catastrophe receding into the rancid past as so much toxic sewage being pumped out of the ruined city of New Orleans. With the rubber fetus crowd in full revolt over the surprise nomination of longtime Texan crony Harriet Miers to the Supreme Court and a rumors of a flurry of indictments that could be heading towards the White House like a plague of angry locusts as early as next week it was time to once again resort to old trustworthy: 9/11. The WTC attacks and the resultant fear mongering, once the most kick ass club in the bag is now beginning to look more like the one great trick that a mongrel dog used to be able to perform much to the delight of it’s owner but in time, after the allure wore off and it became apparent that it was the only thing that the goddamned wretched beast was able to do with any degree of competence it became sad and pathetic and that euthanasia would be both more economical as well as more humane than feeding and housing the fucking thing for the remainder of its useless days. The pathetic beast is the Bush administration and it is time to put it out of its misery. If nothing else, the recent woes of GWB have proven that he is not only a fuck up but a majestic fuck up at that and he is all ours to proudly display to the world. If the man were born to a different family he would be managing a Whattaburger in Waco. In a time when the two most recognizable figures in America are George W. Bush and Michael Jackson perhaps it would be better to euthanize the entire nation to end the ongoing agony of our collective shame.
Dick and Karl’s 3 card monte trick has performed wonders in the past at the times when it became necessary to distract and disorient a craven public heavy with imbeciles. Then the terror alert color chart became a joke and Tom Ridge became a laughingstock and eventually the fear factor was used to the point where the junta could no longer count on fooling most of the people all of the time or otherwise get them to piss down their legs in deference to the almighty strong daddy of the national domicile. This time the ante had to be upped drastically, with an impending legal catastrophe that will make Watergate seem like shoplifting a pack of gum looming on the horizon and the entire Republican money laundering network facing the prospect of being outed it is time for the double reverse flea flicker: an actual terrorist attack? Or just more fear mongering? the next few days will tell the tale and if independent contractors or covert operatives actually succeed in pulling off any kind of serious job that would allow the Bush administration thugs to invoke martial law (a trial balloon that was conveniently floated a few days back in reference to a quarantine in the event of a pandemic) and roll out the USA PATRIOT ACT II then myself and a hell of a lot of others are going to likely end up at Gitmo or whatever other gulags that they have set up for enemies of the state and unless the joint is equipped with WI FI then my blogging days are numbered.
Desperation isn’t pretty and it’s getting damned close to outright panic time in the Cheney bunker, if he were any kind of a man at all he would simply pop a cyanide capsule along with Rummy and then demand that their remains be burned and hidden in an undisclosed location so as to keep suspicions alive that they were really weren’t dead and could resurface again at any time like vengeful doppelgangers to seek bloody revenge against those who did not fulfill their duty to der homeland. After today’s surprise announcement of his unscheduled grand jury appearance Karl Rove should ask to be placed under protective custody or into the witness protection program, suspicions will surely be very high among a neo con death cult faced with life in prison at the very least were there to be a chain reaction of revelations to come out of the Plame case that could lead to who knows where but it is nearly a damned certainty that the rare charge of treason would rear its ugly head and that my friends is a death penalty offense that could have Cheney and his ilk gassed like the rats that they are.
If Rove weren’t such an arrogant, pompous, conflicted, corrupt and outright evil stinking sack of snakeshit then maybe it would be possible to actually pity the man. Obviously lacking the genetics of a potential ruler this pudgy little wunderkind gone badly awry had to latch onto a malleable, well bred cretin in order to fulfill his great dream of becoming President and he actually managed to pull it off, although not without the accompanying baggage of the other parasites like the crazed neoconservatives, the Reaganite neoliberal free market zealots and the fanatical theocrats who also hopped a ride along the host. Now like the predators that they all are they cannot coexist without becoming cannibals and ripping at each others flesh. Rove, once the ‘boy genius’ has now become an inversion of King Midas, everything that he touches turns to shit. The vaunted right wing coalition is coming apart like a Texas cowpie implanted with a firecracker and yesterday’s contentious closed-door sessions over the Meirs nomination were as butt ugly as waking up next to a border town hooker after a weeklong Tequila binge. Radical religious power brokers like Paul Weyrich and the acolytes of Phyllis Schlafly screeched betrayal at outnumbered White House lackeys who were under the threat of being beaten with foam rubber decalogues in an ugly melee that could have broken out at any minute in the tension drenched atmosphere. Hell hath no fury like those scorned who are used to having their holier than thou asses kissed in fawning deference and the naming of Meirs over a Roy Moore type ideologue who would have represented the shining jewel in the holy grail of a decades who would lead the throng to deliverance after a three decade long theocratic movement was sacrilege. The unspoken eleventh commandment of ‘thou shalt keep thy lips applied to the derrieres of the loyal flock’ was broken and there would be hell to pay. Everything was working according to plan with Trojan Horse ideologue John Roberts ascendency to chief justice and another reactionary God squadder in the wings but with the once unforeseen possibility of legal accountability looming like the angel of death over the White House it suddenly became necessary to stack the court with loyalists who will come in handy in the event that impeachment and criminal trails come to pass. Rove and Bush did what any scoundrel would do when confronted with the same descision, fuck the principles, fuck the movement, outrun the women and children on the way to the lifeboats and save your own ass.
Americans are restive, SUV’s are as obsolete in the current reality of 3 dollar a gallon gas and a looming heating oil crisis as are yellow support the troops magnetic ribbons in the reality of an Iraq quagmire that racks the Chinese credit cards on a daily basis. The true believers are uneasy and patriotism has become almost passé these days as the jingo spouting nationalists of the recent past are faced with skyrocketing household costs, carpooling, Hamburger Helper instead of Outback and Chilis and insurance rates that threaten to multiply exponentially in the aftermath of two financially devastating Gulf hurricanes in three weeks. Today’s orchestrated, Bush war mongering speech along with the timely terrorist alert hours later are going to allow us to see once and for all whether the bully pulpit can be counted on to whip up the ‘us or them’ siege mentality and get the blood of the faithful boiling for a good ole Christian vs Muslim crusade or whether it is time for the entire criminal bunch to just punt the fucking ball, throw themselves on the mercy of the courts and beg for forgiveness.
What would Jesus Do?
“We will never back down, never give in and never accept anything less than complete victory” thundered Bush this morning in Washington.
Those are the best damned words of advice that he has ever uttered and the American public should use them as a rallying cry to declare total war on the infidels in the White House.