Ash, the robot in 'Alien,' said of the alien: "I admire its purity, its sense of survival, unclouded by conscience, remorse or delusions of morality."
I think I feel the same way about Donald Rumsfeld.
What I don't like about the Bush White House is their have-it-both-ways attitude toward everything.
Compassionate conservatives. Right, you know, pick ONE, motherfuckers. Or Colin Powell twisting himself in knots at the UN to sell a lemon that he KNEW was a lemon ("bullshit" in his very own words). I can hardly wait for the book HE writes in about 20 years. Or this flap over Gen. Boykin actually SAYING what Bush is THINKING (we're in a religious war). Oh, no, we're not in a religious war, just a war against 'evil.' We can have tax cuts AND send $87 billion to Iraq AND improve the economy AND eat all the ice cream we want while losing weight in our sleep.
People in a better position to undertand than I have pointed out that this is dry drunk behavior. Bush is a (presumably) sober alcoholic whose judgement is still functioning as though he were drinking. And like families of alcoholics everywhere, the Administration is twisted into pretzels of denial over the whole thing. Why else would they NOT plant the WMDs? For the same reason you trust dad to buy the Christmas presents instead of going to a bar: because you HAVE to believe. Or maybe part of you needs him to come home drunk and presentless (again) so you can finally face the situation, which you don't do and instead put him to bed and rush out to shop yourself because, you know, why ruin the perfect war, errr, Christmas.
Which leads me to Rummy. Rummy don't play that. Rummy's Grampa Simpson, Cotton Hill and Sonny Corleone all rolled into one. He may be deaf in one ear since they shot his shins off at the causeway, but that don't mean he won't beat you senseless with a trashcan lid if you get out of line.
He doesn't fucking apologize and he's not shy about saying what he means, even if it disrupts the reality-distortion field around the prez.
Don't get me wrong, he's made of that stuff that was in the microwave at the end of 'Time Bandits'...pure evil. But honest, not-in-denial evil. Scary in a Darth Vader kind of way, not in delusional monkey with a gun kind of way.
Which means he's out. Even if he survives this memo flap, which it looks like he might, it's clear that they want to hand the reins over to Condi, the Good Daughter. Condi is Anne Heche in 'Wag the Dog.'
I'd actually pay big money to hear her tear into Jerry Bruckheimer when they hire him to produce the next war: "What are we gonna do now, Mr. Hollywood Peacenik Save-The-Whales Commie Fuck?"
Posted by Jason at October 23, 2003 05:44 PM