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So last night I stayed up late to watch C-span. Ignoring for a second that I actually chose to watch C-span, the dialogue was striking. Here it was; a committee of high ranking Senators grilling a dull-witted Gonzalez aide in consecutive order. First up (that I tuned in for) was Arlen Specter. He attacked him with details. Railed him with memos, dates, inferences and emails.
Attack of the lawyers, I thought with glee, as they lined up 123... um... eagerly? There was Specter, Leahy abstaining, Hatch, Feinstein, Schumer.
And they were doing their jobs.
I'm used to seeing our acomplished Senators doing Senatorial things. You know, talking about the wonderful job they will do while holding up the wall waiting for the right boys to ask them to dance. Instead they swarmed the dancefloor like evil little lemmings. Right under poor Mr. Sampson's feet.
Pale and shaking, looking 2 hrs overdue for a cigarette or a morphine drip or the sweet ecstacy of a bullet in the head, he was torn down from his coached foundation, down into the muck of this whole abominable situation. I even found myself rooting for Hatch, one of the most abhorrent people in politics.
C'mon Hatchy! Wait... that doesn't sound quite right... Orrie! Ok, t'works, reminds me of Robert Horry, who always comes through in the clutch. And I hate him. Hatch sidled up to him verbally, put his arm around him, and befriended the guy in 60 seconds. The knotted muscles lying in the pool of sweat around his feet, still writhing and bouncing, were massaged to a standstill. Perhaps there was a Bush plant (no pun intended!), perhaps he'd been assigned a friend.
And then he turned. Orrie shoved the knife in deep and twisted. Yes my boss knew, he splurged. Yes I was at the secret Kabal to replace an unprecedented 8 district attorneys in a day. Yes I got a name from Karl Rove after the meeting, and yes we planned on abusing the provision in the Patriot Act allowing the president to appoint judges without congressional approval. Oh, and I stole the panties from the women's locker room in 5th grade!
I don't want to give all the credit to Hatch, in fact I don't want to give him any. The brilliance of the whole thing was that these career politicians, corrupt and bleeding with party driven hatred, were working together like a well-oiled machine. I watched for about 2 hrs and the first question Specter I saw was the lead-in for a question that Feinstein asked.
At the end of it all Sampson stands a guilty bloody pulp. Perhaps he wonders if a hunting invitation from VP Cheney is in the cards.
911 to patriot act. Bush to Alberto Gonzales to Kyle Sampson. Cloak and Dagger. Messages whispered into the wind by aides of aides. 8 dissenting voices stifled by the heavy handed decree of the executive branch; replaced without congressional approval. Replaced by aides, they'd have us believe.
Who falls? Bush, the barstool bum in king's clothes? Gonzales, the gerrymandered garrison of Bush's whim? Rove, Bush's whim. Perhaps Cheney, caustic calligrapher of this administration?
Or maybe no fault was made, no one did anything wrong. Gonzales didn't know. Rove didn't add any names to the list. Bush and Cheney galavanted heroically on horseback across a dusty Texas ranch; completely oblivious to changes being made in our judicial branch via the Patriot Act.
Are we supposed to seriously buy this crap? Aides running rampant deciding who will be fired and hired into the highest positions of our government; Aides determining vicariously how laws will be upheld. Our government isn't corrupt, just horribly inept and run from the bottom up? Is that even any better? The name of the game: no one's accountable except bumbling trainees who can't remember what they ate for breakfast when put to the stand. People are okay with this?
Obviously it's okay for our government to be mismanaged, as long as it's not corrupt...
Attack of the lawyers, I thought with glee, as they lined up 123... um... eagerly? There was Specter, Leahy abstaining, Hatch, Feinstein, Schumer.
And they were doing their jobs.
I'm used to seeing our acomplished Senators doing Senatorial things. You know, talking about the wonderful job they will do while holding up the wall waiting for the right boys to ask them to dance. Instead they swarmed the dancefloor like evil little lemmings. Right under poor Mr. Sampson's feet.
Pale and shaking, looking 2 hrs overdue for a cigarette or a morphine drip or the sweet ecstacy of a bullet in the head, he was torn down from his coached foundation, down into the muck of this whole abominable situation. I even found myself rooting for Hatch, one of the most abhorrent people in politics.
C'mon Hatchy! Wait... that doesn't sound quite right... Orrie! Ok, t'works, reminds me of Robert Horry, who always comes through in the clutch. And I hate him. Hatch sidled up to him verbally, put his arm around him, and befriended the guy in 60 seconds. The knotted muscles lying in the pool of sweat around his feet, still writhing and bouncing, were massaged to a standstill. Perhaps there was a Bush plant (no pun intended!), perhaps he'd been assigned a friend.
And then he turned. Orrie shoved the knife in deep and twisted. Yes my boss knew, he splurged. Yes I was at the secret Kabal to replace an unprecedented 8 district attorneys in a day. Yes I got a name from Karl Rove after the meeting, and yes we planned on abusing the provision in the Patriot Act allowing the president to appoint judges without congressional approval. Oh, and I stole the panties from the women's locker room in 5th grade!
I don't want to give all the credit to Hatch, in fact I don't want to give him any. The brilliance of the whole thing was that these career politicians, corrupt and bleeding with party driven hatred, were working together like a well-oiled machine. I watched for about 2 hrs and the first question Specter I saw was the lead-in for a question that Feinstein asked.
At the end of it all Sampson stands a guilty bloody pulp. Perhaps he wonders if a hunting invitation from VP Cheney is in the cards.
911 to patriot act. Bush to Alberto Gonzales to Kyle Sampson. Cloak and Dagger. Messages whispered into the wind by aides of aides. 8 dissenting voices stifled by the heavy handed decree of the executive branch; replaced without congressional approval. Replaced by aides, they'd have us believe.
Who falls? Bush, the barstool bum in king's clothes? Gonzales, the gerrymandered garrison of Bush's whim? Rove, Bush's whim. Perhaps Cheney, caustic calligrapher of this administration?
Or maybe no fault was made, no one did anything wrong. Gonzales didn't know. Rove didn't add any names to the list. Bush and Cheney galavanted heroically on horseback across a dusty Texas ranch; completely oblivious to changes being made in our judicial branch via the Patriot Act.
Are we supposed to seriously buy this crap? Aides running rampant deciding who will be fired and hired into the highest positions of our government; Aides determining vicariously how laws will be upheld. Our government isn't corrupt, just horribly inept and run from the bottom up? Is that even any better? The name of the game: no one's accountable except bumbling trainees who can't remember what they ate for breakfast when put to the stand. People are okay with this?
Obviously it's okay for our government to be mismanaged, as long as it's not corrupt...