<?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = “urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office” /> Rove, Libby, & the Hubris Band
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I think about power and its temptations.
Here at <?xml:namespace prefix = st1 ns = “urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags” />2:41am early Wednesday morning we don’t know what Mr. Fitz is going to do. The fate of the Pretty Planet is in unusual flux tonight under a Taurus full moon. Has hubris dented KarlBoy, the serial rapist of reputations? Going after people’s families is Karl’s lifelong ugly m.o. “Cross me and you really pay.” It’s not hardball, it’s evilball. I. Lewis Libby (Irving Lewis Libby – interesting how he disguises the ‘Irving.’) is more of a cipher, but he clearly managed to hijack the front pages of the New York Times to give credence to the WHIG (White House Iraq Group) WMD hysteria. Judy Miller – she fell for insidership – so so seductive having access, having a key to the executive washroom. I wonder who paid for those two-hour breakfasts at the St. Regis? Her? Him? Dutch? How does that work? Do you entwine aspen-root ankles under the table hidden by the heavily starched white linen table cloth?
I wouldn’t care three figs about their poorly-scripted (aspen roots!) little power games or perks if they weren’t stealing the future blind and deaf and dumb with this monstrous Military Budget of $820,000 per minute, not including the extra $200,000 per minute for the Iraq debacle.
But tonight I’m interested in the machinations of Fat E. We’ll know something soon, but this calm before the storm is always a fascinating phenomenon. You can almost hear the pressure wave advancing from the future, but we aren’t attuned so well to those registers. For instance we can’t hear coal being patiently crushed into diamond. Is there an instant when it goes from coal-black to startling clear? Or does it go from black to grey to clear over millennia? Why hasn’t all coal at a certain depth turned to diamond?
Why can’t we hear the astonishing furnaces of photosynthesis enchantingly alchemming sunlight into apples? Into pears? And pears into bears? Does the pitch of photosynthesis change from dawn on through to twilight? Is it like the 15 lbs per sq inch that we’re so perfectly adjusted to that we simply don’t notice it? If you were a photosynthesis maestro, would you hear a different note from a palm frond than from a gingko leaf? What an instrument, the photosynthesizer.
I do know that, when you think of them, the gems in the earth flicker or flash or glimmer depending on their mood and yours. I can see them and the green light of emerald or the shine of amethyst, the color of Cupid’s eyes. But I haven’t heard them before tonight. I hadn’t thought to listen. I was so pleased when The Blue, my pal, sent me the billet doux of noticing them under my feet, riches always, wherever I walked or danced or somersaulted or napped.
So, clearly, curiosity should always remain pesky and cat-like. (Do you know the second line to the nostrum? “Curiosity killed the cat.” But the line nobody know is “Satisfaction brought her back!”)
The people who taught me most about curiosity were Blake, Hopkins, Nabokov, and Borges. The universe in a grain of sand. The tyger and you my obsidian cruelty and the sentinel oak tree burning bright in the forest of the night. Gashgold vermilion –the flash of the back-lit wings of a wheeling hawk. Gashgold vermilion – the color of lava and of an embering coal covered by soft gray ash, gashed to show its vermilion heart. The pattern of the mane of a pony galloping in a storm. If your heart isn’t always about to burst with desire and dazzledness, you need a transfusion.
So here I am tonight and Fat E is unfurling the scroll. Who knows what turns of the screw she has feyly and slyly plotted? (Sometimes I think that it is because someone like you, mon chou, broke her heart that she plays such wicked tricks upon us?)
In this week of October 17 2005, it's time to re-view several mid-summer thoughts and refresh our memories on the real essential rottenness of Mr. Rove & how many people he has hurt — with premeditated malice.
[07.26.05] What worries me now is the New Pearl harbor booster-shot. Clearly their Crying Wolf and the We’ll be greeted as Liberators like in the streets of Paris at the end of WWII (dubya dubya 2) – the New Streets of Paris gambit – is wearing off. You beat the Fear Drum long enough and people just learn to live with that level of Fear. It’s clear we need a booster-shot of New Pearl Harbor. Remember the Enron-summer 2001,the Shrub poll numbers are being defoliated with the agent-orange of Enron/World Com. Boom.
I’m worried that the pavlov’s-doggism — ‘beat the 9/11, New-Pearl-Harbor fear-drum’ and we’ll roll over for more narrowing of rights and stupid foreign wars and $14,000 a minute being spent on the fantasy Missile Nonsense aka Star Wars — is wearing off in the citizenry. We aren’t drooling on cue and wagging our tails in time to the Star-Spangled Banner. The ied’s red glare and the rocket-propelled grenades bursting in air are smelling a tad too acrid for us to ignore even tho we aren’t allowed to view the star-spangled-banner-draped coffins forever silent of song.
The “New Pearl Harbor” vaccination of fear is wearing off; I dread they will think we require a booster-dose in the ides of July or of August. Before or after the Supreme Court confirmation fight?
Karl Rove .. serial Smearer ..
.. thug psychology ..
This gets us up-to-date and gives you something to copy to friends who may not be hip to these sad and dreadful underpinings to the Present Scrupleless Folk who sadly have our sweet future under their heels.
The hydra-headed info about Mr. Rove's unfettered willingness to smear people is remarkably chilling and under-reported. There are people twisted by power throughout history who we remember for centuries. I think when the full story is known of Mr. Rove's deep willingness to go after people's actual strengths with outright lies and ruin their reputations and lives and say as Mr. Bush did to Mr. McCain with a shrug, “It's politics, John,” Rove will be remembered with the Torquemadas and Machiavellis. Even if you don't know exactly what they did, your skin involuntarily crawls. They were willing to be inhuman or anti-human in a way the rest of us cannot fathom.
Please remember that this outing the identity of Joe Wilson's wife is just one big spoke in the wheel the hub of which is FixedIntelGate. We sent people to war on fixed intel which Wilson revealed and they wanted his reputation emasculated — 'his wifie sent him.'
Mr. Rove is a serial Smearer. He gets worse and more bold as he keeps getting away with it. And it often has a peculiar sexual innuendo — his male political consultant rival who supposedly made a pass at a young man at a Republican bbq; Ann Richards as lesbian and lesbian sympathizer; the judge with children's charities as pedophile. Accusations where the poor deny-er gets in a “Have you stopped beating your wife' circular hell.
I am sick of someone who acts, in Josh Green's phrase in the Nov 2004 Atlantic, “where conscience forbids most others” getting cut such slack in the media. At the very least this person should be shunned, not lionized. (He certainly should also be on administrative leave with no security clearance.)
Of course, I would be completely happy to have the wonderful Ann Richards be a lesbian or whatever the heck she wants. But in Texas at the time, this untruth was spread as a 'dirty secret.' Some parts of Texas are lagging in their ability to encompass variety.
It is impossible to get the Smearodent Toothpaste back in the tube. What is John McCain to say? “No, I didn't father a black baby with a prostitute.” Then just even more people hear about it and wonder. Or John Kerry and the Swift Boat ads. “No, it was dangerous as hell and I could have died and I was really brave, unlike you, you chicken hawk.”
You can't rebut this garbage without sounding defensive or vain. The victim of these tactics is in a serious trap.
yours in distress, pogblog
These details of thug psychology come from years of studying this, beginning with the ruthless mentor Lee Atwater, way surpassed by his disciple Karl. A very good recent look is Josh Green's Nov 2004 Atlantic article. (Mr. Green has zero association with the opinions in this post, of course.)
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