Clarke's Perfect Storm
If you listen closely you can hear it even from here... a whine. A steady constant churlish whine eminating from the GOP and all their little attack dogs in the press. A whine of frustration. punctuated by whimpers of fear. Every op-ed you read is full of surly invective. Their fright and frustration is palpable in every petty, spiteful word. It's kind of sad, really.The person causing all this angst amongst the fashionable fascists is Dick Clarke. His testimony before the 9/11 commission was like watching Bruce Lee kick ass on a room full of slow, fat white guys. It will make you laugh, make you applaud, and make you gasp in awe. Clarke clanks when he walks, I swear. I hope that he put his loved ones in protective custody somewhere, because the Administration simply cannot let testimony this explosively powerful go unanswered, or failing that, unpunished.
Tommorrow morning will unleash a perfect storm of Dick Clarke. He will be on every newspaper cover in the nation. He will be the endless topic of conversation among the chattering class. If there is any justice in the world, his bold and unaswered statement that the war in Iraq has made us less safe will be the clip that every news service chooses for endless play. Dick will be taking his brassies on the talk show circuit to promote his book, and to face the music he's created. The music of the frustrated attack dogs, whining for a taste of Dick's balls; what surprise for them when they try to clamp down on those clankers.
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