Wednesday, November 08, 2006
What do these three Tools have in common?
Give up? Come on! Think!!!
They are scapegoats, Golden Calves, countermeasure flotsam, distractions. Listen fanboys and girls--Brittany Spears without this buffoon K-Fed is the same person she was with him: a manufactured marketing humonculus, who at her core really is no more than a redneck slut. Whitney? As Katt Williams (hire Mickey Sherman, Esq. Katt!) said, Whitney done smoked her kneecaps off long before that nigga Bobby came along! She was--and remains--a crackhead and vicious, vindictive dyke.
And yet somehow, because the media machine smells cash, they will be given a pass, which is, ironically, why these women hooked up with these two bums in the first place--character flaws and expediency. Wow...and we buy right into it.
Punt Rumsfeld, our fellow Princeton Tiger? More irony, as perhaps Karl Rove's taking a page from the Soddom & Gommorah Hollywood-Music Industry he tried to set up as a foil for so long? But it won't work here. No one's giving Bush a pass. Like Brittany and Whitney, the cupidity for a tool like Rummy is an indicia of the disease, not a symptom that can be alleviated by surgery. The Bush White House is a dysfunctional cult, and will be for the next two years with or without Rummy.
Colin Powell, my brotha--do you feel vindicated now?
The denouement here? Unlike Bobby, who can be shut up by Clive Davis' money/muscle, or Federline, who will whore to anyone, Rummy's going to demand a lot of cushion and pay-off to keep his mouth shut and not take Condi, Wolfowitz and the other jerks down with him. In addition to making that call about raising oil prices, Uncle Dick Cheney's going to have bring in a lot of chits to keep Rummy in diamonds and pearls for the rest of his life...
Oh well, I can always get him wasted at Princeton Reunions and ask him what really happened.