MC (mental case?) Rove
 Aside from being more and unnecessary proof that white men can’t dance, this year’s White House correspondents dinner featuring MC Rove was also reminiscent of the drunken parties that Hitler’s hangers-on threw in the Berlin bunker as they awaited the Red Army’s arrival. The wheels had come off the Third Reich and there was nothing left to do but get your freak on and poison the kids.
I’m all for a good time – I’ll take an Irish wake over a WASP orgy any day – but to see the President’s main man – the architect of the travesty – dancing and singing and making a fool of himself while soldiers are dying in Iraq, gave a me sickly feeling – like watching somebody who didn’t really know or care about the deceased get pissy-pants drunk and loud at a wake.
The Bush Administration has succeeded where external enemies always failed. We’ve become weak and dull-minded, thrown away our liberties and children’s futures for the security and leisure we feel entitled to; we’re guided by fear, our lives consumed by consumption, our leaders deceitful and imperious. The economy is vulnerable, the army is tired and shaken from fighting a war with no purpose – and yet, there he was, Nero fiddling on YouTube.
At this rate, what the fear-mongers call the “post 9-11 world” will come to be known historically as “after the fall.” Comments?
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