In Passing

April 10th, 2007  |  Published in etc

Slate’s Gonzo-Meter is well worth following. Especially on days when it leads with dense paragraphs of utter trainwreck devastation:

Newt Gingrich thinks Alberto Gonzales should resign. “I cannot imagine how he is going to be effective for the rest of this administration,” he said over the weekend. You’d think that, having called Spanish the “language of living in the ghetto,” Gingrich might be sufficiently worried about the Hispanic vote to have the attorney general’s back. Instead, he’s jumped onto the short but growing list of Republicans who have come out against Gonzales and Bush. Not a good sign. Nor is the sudden resignation on Friday of former Gonzales aide Monica “I take the Fifth” Goodling. We move the meter back up to 86.

We also don’t like Gonzales’ chances because having reconfigured his entire schedule to attend his prep sessions, he now looks to be screwing them up. According to Newsweek, his aides aren’t letting him go on TV because at internal questioning sessions, he contradicts himself and gets mixed up about the timeline of events leading up to the U.S. attorney dismissals. To boot, because of DoJ’s internal ethics investigation into the matter, Gonzales can’t talk to his deputy, Paul McNulty, about who did what when. So he’s holed up by himself, with nary a public event scheduled, spending hours going over documents. Newt is right: This isn’t the way to honcho national law enforcement.

I mean … Ems and Dahlia? You guys had me at “having called Spanish the ‘language of living in the ghetto,'” but tossing in lines like “his aides aren’t letting him go on TV because at internal questioning sessions, he contradicts himself and gets mixed up about the timeline of events leading up to the U.S. attorney dismissals?”

Mrowr!

You just never think of people whom you could imagine abetting the worst and most fascistic impulses of the Republican party as being the sort to spill out of a krazy klown kar and run around dropping their drawers. And yet here we are, and there they are, running around tripping on their own pants and being chased by little dogs with sparkler antlers and bells tied to their tails. ((Sorry for dropping the f-bomb, but I didn’t call them fascists, I just said they’d abet the fascistic impulses found in the Republican party. If they can tell me my belief in the need for public education, universal healthcare and the rule of law even where their beloved sock-stuffing “war president” is concerned makes me Siamese twins with Stalin or a dhimmi abettor, they can own the excesses of their own, which are numerous.))

And here I am thinking “First they came for the criminally inept (and criminally criminal) scofflaw clowns running the DoJ like a Soviet political officer’s knitting circle, and I said nothing … because I was laughing my fucking balls off.” ((With still more apologies, this time to the memory of Rev. Niemöller, whom I have drug into the mud twice today in the service of making fun of people I don’t like.))

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