Monday, February 13, 2006

Just When You Think the Satirists May Have Finally Run Out of Material...

...on This White House bunch, they remind you in bracing fashion that they're the presidential equivalent of the gift that keeps giving. But one question: Why does anyone bother with fiction anymore, when no fevered imagination could invent someone like Dick Cheney?

UPDATE: The Veep (whom Maureen Dowd has nicknamed "The Grim Peeper," for his scowling visage and his weakness for spying on Americans) is getting some heat for how he and his staff kept quiet for 24 hours after the shooting. But then who could be surprised? This is the same rascally guy that fought like a lion, all the way to the Supreme Court to keep his energy-industry pow-wow secret (which worked--perhaps because an earlier hunting buddy of his was Justice Scalia, who, we must note in all fairness, was never shot at) . And also the same guy who was prepared to wave goodbye to his friend and employee, Scooter Libby, as he was packed off to jail for (it would now appear) merely carrying out the boss's orders on leaking classified information. Makes you all warm and fuzzy about the current state of American democracy, doesn't it?

1 Comments:

At 10:13 AM, Blogger John Ettorre said...

You make a good point, Mary. And yes, it sure is hard to keep seeing Bill C. rousing crowds and appealing to people's best instincts (as he did again at the King memorial service down your way) while his successor keeps making a complete hash of the job. But more than half of our fellow Americans voted him back in, for reasons that I must say remain utterly mysterious to me. But maybe we'll see the beginnings of some change in this year's mid-term elections. Keep your fingers crossed.

 

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