Karl Rove Ain't Goin' Anywhere
The only classy behavior a member of the Bush family has EVER exhibited when it comes to Karl Rove was when the Bush Sr. campaign fired his ass in 1992 for -- guess what? -- leaking a negative story to Robert Novak about a Bush family friend.
But no one ever accused W. of containing an iota of the dignity of his father. No, I'm not a huge Sr. fan, but at least he had the good sense to wipe some of the slime off when it became necessary.
W. is happy to keep Rove -- who he has tastefully nicknamed Turd Blossom -- hidden underneath his voluminous skirts (Karl, you might want to pull that pubic hair out from between your teeth) and Rove is just as happy to hide there. He's a homely, vicious man who embodies the beliefs of Machiavelli with nary an ounce of conscience in sight. This guy's gotta pay for sex, doesn't he? Rove was the mastermind behind this ridiculous administration's ascent, he knows where the bodies are buried and, besides, where the hell is gonna go?
This administration has never -- given an opportunity -- used good sense or opted for honesty when a lie would work just as well. At this point, no one has a thing to lose. If all the Bushies are smelly by 2008, the new Republican nominee can just wash their hands and pledge to clean things up.
So, I'm guessing Karl's gonna stay put. I only wish he had to cool his heels on the same kind of foam mattress lying on the floor in Alexandria that Judith Miller is enjoying. He's not fit to lick her shoe.