You categorically cannot make this stuff up. I mean it! Just when we thought it was safe to stick our toe in the water again, we are brought back to the insane world of Bush and Co.
No doubt you have heard. It seems Donald Rumsfeld, better known to the liberal blogging community as “Rummy” has surpassed even my expectations of how crazed one administration can be. We learn that Rummy, when sending reports to the White House about the goings on of all things defensive, regularly did them up in folder form with pictures of war, each compete with an appropriate???? verse from the bible to accompany it.
Yes, friends, you heard that right. I guess in some sense it makes some sense, if you get my drift. I mean the Texas boy wonder is not fond of readin’ and writin’ and cipherin’ so, pictures are helpful in conveying a message. We hear, and you know it probably is true, it’s that screwy, that Rummy did this because he assumed said fruit off the old tree, Bushie, wouldn’t read his fine assessments. What better way to get the stamp of imprimatur than to just submit it shorthand with pics and bible verses? No need to worry the boy with actual facts and figures.
It has been reported that on occasion, the “decider” was heard to exclaim, “dang Laura, there are pictures, but nothin’ to color! I got all my crayons in my desk and I can’t wait to use the Prussian blue.”
As this no doubt places the Rummy number one in the top one of the country’s worst ever Defense Secretaries, a sigh of relief has been heard from the lips of Bob McNamara, who had held the honor up until now, and Reboobs, the country over are again looking for rocks to hide under. The guffawing can be heard even from here in the meadow, though it is tinged at times with sobs of despair.
This fun has interrupted the general gigglery going on as Dick “The Dick” Cheney, pontificates as a know-it-all about defense of country, assuring all within earshot that torture is good, much like Gecko said greed was. Even his girl, Liz, can be heard making the circuit of every friendly haven, claiming (Dad do you love me now?) that Obama is a terrorist since he is undoing the Daddy Darth’s machinations.
All this has led the regulars like Rush and Sean and Glenn and Newt to fall into the shadows a bit, as the REAL players make bigger fools of themselves than they ever could. For us right wing pundit watchers, it’s been a sad day indeed. No more Billy Kristol to kick around, even Sarah looks sane in comparison. But not Michelle Bachmann, or Inhofe, or King. They are still in a wingnuttery class of their own.
Which all leads me to wonder, just how stupid are we? I mean this is devolving into a circus of “they’re coming to take me away, haha,” dimensions that frankly is getting scary. It’s one thing to say we made a mistake in 2000, and well, some how we stayed confused in 2004. We seemed to regain our sanity in 2008, but I’m beginning to wonder? Was that just dumb luck?
It looks now, that there won’t be a herd of ex-Bushites going to prison. They are more correctly heading for mental institutions. And we should all be tested as well, cuz we sure missed the signs. These folks are loonie tunes, big time. No wonder the world has been holding its collective breath since about 2003. How many times can I say this? This people are bat shit crazy.
You know how people say, “nothing would surprise me now”? Well, nothing would, and I mean that. If they catch Condi dressed up as a Dominatrix I’ll not blink an eye, but continue on and throw another can of peas in the cart.
See, we watched the “Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy” the other night. There is a logical illogic to that, if you know what I mean. I mean the answer to the ultimate question of life, the universe and everything is after all 42. That makes sense, and in that sense, this does too. A bunch of anomalies of space and time and dimension have obviously converged, and well, Bush is the ultimate 42. You see see that now, we all can.
I’m glad they got the Hubble fixed. E-T buddy, you are home. It’s me that needs the scope pointed toward Earth so I can find my way back. I’m obviously at the Restaurant at the end of the universe. And, you know it’s time to leave when you start to understand it. So, all aboard, we’re taking off soon. Bring a lunch, I hear they only serve nuts and a soft drink for the flight.