Friday, May 30, 2008


Scott McClellan Airs The Dirty Laundry:
Truth and Consequences

(May 29, Manassas, VA) President Abe Lincoln recalled his General McClellan after what he perceived to be a tactical military blunder. The General had earned the reputation as a solid commander and was respected by his men who he refused to sacrifice recklessly. Despite his military career and numerous bloody battlefield experiences, General McClellan refused to surrender his soul. This place, Manassas, Virginia, some call Bull Run, was a watershed event for McClellan.

George McClellan stands in stark contrast to another McClellan in the news today. Scott McClellan’s recently released book wherein he reveals some of the deepest, darkest secrets of the deepest and darkest of presidential Administrations, is not his Bull Run. His tale is Bull Shit. Not that it isn’t factually accurate, correct and true: it’s not that kind of bull shit. It is the kind of bullshit that comes from a shameful, haunted soul; a tortured spirit who too late recognized the fact that he had sold his soul to the devil.

Robert McNamara also comes to mind. His confessional book was as sickening as the fact that he lacked the moral fortitude, courage and character to speak his mind and act. Publically, he should have told the American people in 1966 exactly what he had

concluded and knew about our engagement in Viet Nam. Like Scott, Robert did not and both, no matter how many books they write, or speeches they give or novenas they say, will ever cleanse the blood from their dirty hands.

Nothing in McClellan’s book is new. Nothing is a revelation. Everything Scott documents and recounts have been known by many, many people for many, many years. Actually, any thinking American who read the paper and watched the news over the past 7 years knows everything that McClellan says in his book. What appears to have captured the attention of the media and Scott’s former employers is the fact that the chubby little political appointee suddenly, after the fact, grew some balls.

McClellan served as the mouthpiece for the most deceitful, arrogant, manipulative presidency in the history of our country. He stood before the press every day and lied. The fact that he did or did not know at the time he was lying is not as relevant as some would say. Actually, this Administration has taken the art and science of lying to a new and dizzying height; an altitude of calculated, purposeful, deception our country has never seen before. His critics loudly proclaim that his silence during his tenure as Press Secretary implies something. Of course it does. Scott McClellan, like so very many Bush appointees, from Alberto Gonzalez, Brownie, Wolfowitz and others too numerous to list, got their jobs, not based on ability or merit, but on loyalty. Loyalty to the Almighty Bush family was the only prerequisite for a job and advancement in this hideous administration. Surround yourself with ass-kissing, “yes men”; idiots just delighted to have a job, let alone a White House job, and inevitably the truth will emerge. It may take years or decades but, the truth is as stubborn and potent a natural force as is gravity or inertia. Truth is actually closely related to both gravity and inertia in that all three are inescapable.

Defensively, the Bushie’s must portray McClellan as a fraud, a dupe, a dolt or a traitor. He was one of their own; one among the Chosen Few and a damned Texan at that! He must have been brainwashed or turned to heroin addiction since leaving his post at 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue in 2006. What else could possible explain this?

Scum, rat, weasel: whatever Scott McClellan is or is not, was or was not, will be or will not be, is not relevant. It really isn’t and despite the static background noise of those he exposed, the truth rises.

We are all as complicit in this fiasco as Mr. McClellan. We permitted it all to unfold, we allowed ourselves to be lead along like mindless morons too stupid to question, too ignorant to wonder, too willing to send our sons and daughters off to die in a contrived “war”.

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Wednesday, May 28, 2008


Even Old Cohorts Recognize W. As Lame Duck

Riyadh, Saudi Arabia was once a very welcoming, accommodating place for members of the George H.W. Bush family. Even the former President’s hapless son, George W. was as well treated in the Saudi Kingdom as was Prince Bandar during his decades living here.

Much was made during the election of 2000 regarding the young Bush being a “Texas Oilman”. Even more attractive to some energy industry and political insiders, was the famously close relationship between the Saudi Royal family and the Bush’s. How times have changed.

Our current President’s father eagerly sent over 500,000 troops to the Mideast, many of whom were stationed in Saudi Arabia, to protect and defend them against any potential aggression from Sadaam Hussein’s Army. For Bush 41’s willingness to drive the evil Iraqis from Kuwait while preserving the security of the Saudi peninsula, he was awarded the highest honors that country can give. Now, it appears that the House of Saud has about as much use for the White House of Georgie W as they do for Osama Bin Laden. Some Americans might recall that having US troops based in the land of Mecca and Medina was an explicitly stated rationale for the Bin Laden sponsored attack on September 11, 2001. That 13 of the 19 murdering hijackers responsible for that day’s events were citizens of Saudi Arabia did not deter Georgie Junior from helping many of Bin Laden’s clan and other Saudis leave America before the FBI could question them or even the dust had settled in New York City or at The Pentagon. Now, that’s what you call a friend, right?

Yes, the George W. Bush Administration was going to be as cozy and tight with the Saudi’s as was that of his father’s. While American Special Forces scoured the vast expanses of the Afghan – Pakistan border hunting Bin Laden and members of Al Qaeda, the Saudi government and many of its most prominent citizens were financially supporting those we hunted. As the conflicted, divided, outright duplicitous loyalties of Saudi Arabia emerged, George W. Bush continued to treat them like first cousins. In this regard the Saudis are exactly like the Israelis: all too willing to use the United States when it suits their narrow self interests; all too willing to stab us in the back at any opportunity.

Crude oil topped out last week at a record high of $132 a barrel. Most likely, each subsequent day will see it creep higher and higher. Diesel fuel is crippling the transportation industry and, as any citizen purchasing groceries is well aware, they too are paying for diesel fuel. Gasoline, at the pump, the national average is about $4 a gallon, give or take a few regional cents. This is the current state of our energy situation, a week after Georgie Bush went to the Saudis asking for some relief. The answer he got was basically – fock off. So much for that relationship, right? They see him as the lame duck he is. He ought to vacate 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue today for all intents and purposes. He has done nothing productive in the last 7 plus years, there is not a chance in hell he will do anything beneficial in his waning days as elected leader of the most powerful nation on earth. Yes, it has all come to this.

But, after all, what are friends for?

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Tuesday, May 27, 2008



(May 27, TBC)

There have been reports that Michelle Obama was the first to voice concerns for the safety, her husband, Barak, long before he actually decided to enter the contest. Certainly, Mrs. Obama would have serious concerns about her husband’s candidacy. Would the United States of America elect an African-American? Not only that, could the first truly viable African American candidate survive, literally and figuratively, the “process”; that almost two year boiling kettle of flesh pressing, fundraising, intense scrutiny, political attacks and sordid tactics, while enduring an exceedingly physically demanding daily schedule? That is some daunting set of questions to ponder let alone attempt to answer. Obviously, the Obama’s felt the weight of their convictions and that, maybe, just maybe, after the last 7 years, that our country might be ready for what the junior Senator from Illinois had to offer.

When the idea of an Obama candidacy became widely known, Michelle’s initial questions and concerns probably entered the minds of every American, particularly Blacks, those of a certain age; old enough to recall that our politics had produced murder in our life time. With the complex diversity of our open sprawling culture and society, was a Black man safe running for President of the United States? True, our most recent political murders – assassinations – occurred in a country and time more tumultuous, racially divided and, by today’s standards, less sophisticated than today. Would that make a difference?

Our society has grown accustomed to ever increasing levels of violence in all aspects of life. From our entertainment, competitive sports, hobbies, and recreational past times, to the staggering levels of criminal violence, levels that are the highest in the world among so called “developed” countries. Would some one take a pop at this man? Was there not the distinct possibility of some fanatic or psychopath motivated by whatever demons, real or imagined, not want to take a shot at this guy? Had these thoughts not been seriously considered by those at the highest level of our federal government, Mr. Obama would not have received a full Secret Service Protective Detail far earlier than any other Presidential candidate since the SSPD existed? The answer speaks for itself.

Arguably, assassins are in a different class than serial killers, predatory murderers, thrill killers, and other types of people who take the lives of others. Homicide is a very diverse and, in some ways, disparate endeavor. But, murder is murder and, one of a mind so possessed as to contemplate the assassination of a politician or other famous person is as anonymous to us, fits in with us as any other murderer. That is: until they become known. Perhaps becoming ‘known’ is a prime motive for the assassin. In any case, danger lurks every where: the potential for violent death knows no boundaries in time nor place. Inner cities, suburban malls, schools, churches – all have been the scenes of recent homicides. Barak Obama, as a Presidential candidate was bound to be in danger.

As this 2008 campaign season got under way (it seems like years ago) no one could have anticipated the twists and turns it would take. None could have predicted that, on the Democratic side, it would devolve into a vitriolic, nasty, angry, divisive brawl between the camps of Hillary Clinton and Mr. Obama. The contest between first viable woman candidate and the first viable African American candidate would invoke stereotyping, overtones of racism, sexism, class warfare, regional biases, and prejudice that should shame us all, particularly that small segment of the tabloid and cable “news-ertainment” industry that thrives on discord.

Once the whole show began tilting towards the gutter, it was a very swift and sloppy landing. Gutter politics have ruled this campaign and will continue to do so. It will probably get worse before it can even begin to get better.

Into this roiling environment, Hillary Clinton, speaking to the editorial board of the Argus Leader (Sioux Falls, SD) on May 23 raised the specter of the unforeseen as rationale for her remaining in the primary race. Although it is virtually impossible for her to capture the Democratic nomination, she persists. "My husband did not wrap up the nomination in 1992 until he won the California primary somewhere in the middle of June, right? We all remember Bobby Kennedy was assassinated in June in California. I don't understand it," said Mrs. Clinton. “We all remember Bobby Kennedy was assassinated in June…” yes, that is verbatim what Hillary said. What it means or meant at the time has been hotly debated. That is not the debate that should be engaged in. The debate should be, how to call a foul, how to proclaim that enough is enough.

Every facet of life, from business, personal relationships, sports, public behavior is governed by rules; rules are the glue, some in the form of laws that bind our society. Just as it is inappropriate, and criminal, to yell “Fire!” in a crowded theatre, so too should it be criminal for a presidential candidate to yell, “Assassination… maybe”, in any place, at any time, to any body. The fact that she has not been expelled from the race by an act of Congress, criminal charges or a Secret Service dictate is incredible. Had any average citizen made such a comment publically, the Secret Service would have most certainly have paid them a cordial visit by now.

Psychology and other related sciences have made much of the “slip of the tongue” and “the Freudian Slip”. We all experience with both and, most likely, on both the giving and receiving ends. It happens. However, few will disagree that such “slips” do not in fact represent the truest thinking, the actual sentiments the “slipper” had in mind at the moment. No excuse is sufficient for what Hillary said.

We live in troubled times; seriously troubled times. Engaged in 2 wars, a war of terrorism, a recession about to give birth to a real economic collapse, trade deficits, foreign debt, sky high prices for food, fuel and healthcare and we are now subject to this? Mrs. Clinton should suspend her campaign, take her husband with her, and get out of the public’s eye for a while. Perhaps she should never bee seen or heard from again.

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Bill Says “They” Conspire To Keep Hillary Out Of White House

(May 27, TBC) Speaking at a campaign event in South Dakota this past Sunday, Bill Clinton, former President and husband of current Democratic candidate, Hillary, told the small audience that some unidentified forces were trying to “cover up” certain information regarding his wife’s chances for general election victory. Clearly, she must first get past frontrunner, Barak Obama to secure the Democratic Party nomination.

The former President, who has been a vigorous, if not nasty, rabid, loose cannon of a surrogate for Hillary, appears to be slipping dangerously close to that ill-defined border separating sanity from insanity. His remarks, illogical and paranoid, signal his rapid deterioration. Mr. Clinton appeared close to some sort of breakdown, fit or tantrum as he blathered, “I can’t believe it. It is just frantic the way they are trying to push and pressure and bully all these super delegates to come out.” Mr. Clinton repeatedly described the forces allied against his wife as, “they” and “some”; terms he never did specifically identify in any way. One psychiatrist present at the event noted, “When ‘they’ and ‘some’ are all out to get you, that is the vocabulary associated with the paranoid mind, perhaps delusionally paranoid. It may be a contagious condition. Obviously Bill and Hillary suffer from it but who gave it to who would require advanced clinical study.”

As his rage grew, the crowd began to drift away. Several young children were seen crying and running away as their parents chased after them. One elderly woman in the front row vomited and gave Mr. Clinton ‘the finger’. He promptly threw a jelly donut at her that hit her on the shoulder. She was escorted away by friends. The nearly apoplectic former President continued, “Oh, this is so terrible: The people they want her. Oh, this is so terrible: She is winning the general election and he is not. Oh my goodness, we have to cover this up.” Still, Clinton failed to elaborate on who he was accusing.

Oddly, Mr. Clinton’s remarks were strangely reminiscent of his wife’s now infamous comments accusing a “Vast right wing conspiracy” as the prime force working to undermine and impeach her husband in 1998. The notion of a ‘conspiracy’ of any sort was roundly criticized at the time. Mr. Clinton’s own indiscretions, actions and those of members of his administration fueled the fires that outraged many. Actually, it is the “Clinton Years” in the White House, 1993 through 2001, that are most often cited as the beginning of the “politics of personal destruction.” It seems now that the Clinton’s themselves, on the verge of defeat, have now mastered that craft.

By the time he concluded his remarks, Clinton was red-faced, sputtering, sweating profusely and shaking. The only people remaining to witness his speech in its entirety were members of the press, many drunk or hung over from the stress of having to cover Bill Clinton as he campaigns for his wife.

As the former President and his entourage left for the airport, their small caravan of Secret Service SUV’s were pelted by beer cans, sugar beets, eggs, yams, cow flops and the occasional watermelon. At one point a dead sow was tossed in the caravan’s path but they easily avoided the obstacle. No injuries or arrests were reported. The sow had died earlier in the day from natural causes. It was later butchered, barbecued and served to a large crowd at a Barak Obama rally.

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