Wednesday, April 05, 2006
When the Hammer falls
There are more and more indications that the cockroach king might soon be sharing a cell with the man his lawyer calls his "best friend". As said lawyer puts it: "Tom Delay's not gonna abandon Jack Abramoff". One needn't strain hard to read the subtext "...because he knows if Jack gets too pissed, Delay's gonna be sharing an iron bunkbed with him in the not-too-distant future". And there are abundant indications of more fun soon to come.
But the Hammer (not to be confused with the Hammer and Sickle), is apparently, unbelievably still trying to fix the game.
And speaking of fixes, remember Kenny, Bush's bestest of pals? No not that crook, the even bigger one, Bush and Cheney's campaign manager and, not incidentally Ohio's Secretary of State during the '04 election, who later bragged of delivering the election to Bush....
Turns out he had more than one reason to pimp Diebold. Who knew, right? I mean, nobody ever looks at the contents of their own stock portfolios right? Who cares; it's only money.
But it's all good, as long as Chimpboy still has the military to hide behind.
He's certainly got reason to, as Evil Liberal meticulously documents.
Meanwhile, behind the scenes, the radical right's dressup cult of sex-hating magic worshippers (to paraphrase Bill Maher) is still working overtime to quietly force American students to attend theology classes. And they aren't above lying and cheating to do it.
But amid the tidal wave of recent Republican scandals, the >cough!< "Administration" [sic] has decided to crack down hard on the most grievious of the offenders -- that colossus of selfishness and profiteering -- the International Committee of the Red Cross, for not doing their job during the Katrina crisis. Hmm.... wonder why THAT happened....
Quote of the Day:
"I live in the Managerial Age, in a world of "Admin." The greatest evil is not now done in those sordid "dens of crime" that Dickens loved to paint. It is not done even in concentration camps and labour camps. In those we see its final result. But it is conceived and ordered (moved, seconded, carried, and minuted) in clean, carpeted, warmed and well-lighted offices, by quiet men with white collars and cut fingernails and smooth-shaven cheeks who do not need to raise their voices. Hence, naturally enough, my symbol for Hell is something like the bureaucracy of a police state or the office of a thoroughly nasty business concern."
C. S. Lewis