MC Rove and the Media Elites
(The title of this post is from a forthcoming seminal hip-hop album…)
Today is one of those days when I wish I could just follow the trails where they lead (there’s so damn many of them…anyway, I’ll be trying to cover a few in the coming days). Alas, time is short. As such, here’s a few quick hits:
- Anyone want to pay me $300,000 to blog? Fer cripes sake, maybe I can get a reference in a speech that Bush makes. (Much more coming on this topic shortly - but you might have to wait a day or two. Trust me - this has the potential for being the next AttorneyGate.)
- Speaking of AttorneyGate, Kyle Sampson is spilling his guts today in congressional testimony. I’ll let the big boy bloggers cover this one as it happens - but will have some commentary later.
- And here’s the real reason I even wrote this post. This time last year, Stephen Colbert was getting roasted for roasting Gee Dub at the annual gathering of the Washington press corpse. The 2007 annual dinner was held last night, and of course, McFlightsuit had some pithy words of wisdom and humor:
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“A year ago my approval rating was in the 30s, my nominee for the Supreme Court had just withdrawn, and my vice president had shot someone,”
President Bush said Wednesday night during the annual gathering.“Ah,” he said, “those were the good ol’ days.”
But wait - there’s more. You want to know why the elite Washington press corpse just can’t seem to remove their suction cups from the Bush regime? It’s events like the correspondent’s dinner. Where else are you going to see something like this from Karl Rove? (Surgeon General’s Warning: please - before viewing, have eyewash and brain bleach available.)
Must. Wash. Brain.
The press corps seems happy enough downing martinis and being stenographers to power.
–Ron
http://revolttoday.blogspot.com/
the video is vile, but a reminder of what a pipsqueak Rove really is, just a gawky little twit, poorly put together, shuffling and awkward.
Or as a better writer than I once put it:
“I, that am not shaped for sportive tricks,
Nor made to court an amorous looking-glass;
I, that am rudely stamp’d, and want love’s majesty
To strut before a wanton ambling nymph;
I, that am curtail’d of this fair proportion,
Cheated of feature by dissembling nature,
Deformed, unfinish’d, sent before my time
Into this breathing world, scarce half made up,
And that so lamely and unfashionable
That dogs bark at me as I halt by them;
Why, I, in this weak piping time of peace,
Have no delight to pass away the time,
Unless to spy my shadow in the sun
And descant on mine own deformity:
And therefore, since I cannot prove a lover,
To entertain these fair well-spoken days,
I am determined to prove a villain
And hate the idle pleasures of these days.
Plots have I laid, inductions dangerous,
By drunken prophecies, libels and dreams,
To set my brother Clarence and the king
In deadly hate the one against the other…”
That’s Richard III introducing himself to the audience in Act Scene 1, but it describes Turdblossom to a T.