"Owie, owie, owie! Shaha's got some pointy-ass shoes!"
(photo credit: REUTERS/Yuri Gripas)
For the week ending 5/19/06:
Via The Guardian:
Sounding more like a cast member of the Sopranos than an international leader, in testimony by one key witness Mr Wolfowitz declares: "If they fuck with me or Shaha, I have enough on them to fuck them too."
Via Think Progress:
McCain used a curse word associated with chickens and accused Cornyn of raising the issue just to torpedo a deal.
Things got really heated when Cornyn accused McCain of being too busy campaigning for president to take part in the negotiations, which have gone on for months behind closed doors. “Wait a second here,” Cornyn said to McCain. “I’ve been sitting in here for all of these negotiations and you just parachute in here on the last day. You’re out of line.”
McCain, a former Navy pilot, then used language more accustomed to sailors…
“[Expletive] you! I know more about this than anyone else in the room,” shouted McCain at Cornyn.
Aw, having a bad week, fellas? Good.
I'm beginning to suspect that whatever Power That Is doesn't have particularly exacting standards when it comes to that whole karmic boomerang thing. Wolfowitz gets to sweep out of the World Bank with a $400,000 exit fee? Most people who are accused of the shenanigans that Wolfie committed are usually given a cardboard box and told to vacate the premises.
But this is the Republican value system we're talking about here. Audacity Central, really. Wolfowitz gets caught in the act and HE gets to set the terms of his 'retirement'? How do I get me some of that action? Maybe I can steal a case of copy paper or something and then finagle a full severance package complete with health benefits.
And then there's John McCain, the Maverick, the Mensch, everybody's favorite doddering old uncle, the one who traps you in the corner of the room at a family reunion and regales you with stories of his one great accomplishment – in this case, getting shot down over 'Nam. Like One-Note Rudy, McCain is milking his past for his future; only problem is he's at the point where he's forgetting what he said as recently as six years ago. And not content to campaign on a pro-war platform, McCain misses HOW many floor votes on Iraq, then pops in and tries to steal his colleagues' thunder on the immigration bill he spent zero hours negotiating, because he was out campaigning?
Nice work if you can get it.
Nice to know that the Rude Pundit and I are on the same page:
So, yeah, we really need someone else in the White House who thinks he's the only whose vast inexperience in new territory allows him the freedom to do whatever the fuck he thinks is right despite the advice of those around him. His 9/11 street cred is a chimera, a myth that is easily shredded to splinters and dust.
The more people learn about Giuliani, the more despicable he becomes. And the more disgusting his presidential ambitions seem.
Meanwhile, TBogg takes note of "Mitt or Mitout" Romney's strapping family.
d r i f t g l a s s gets a job with the AP.
Roy at alicublog has at The Pantload O' Dough again… this time, Jonah's defending the Falwell Fatwah against Tinky Winky.
Rising Hegemon's attaturk trades in his fez for a turban and peers into the future.
World O' Crap's Scott takes cartoonist Mark Ramirez to task for his blithering ignorance of the recent past.
gottalaff at Cliff Schecter's joint has a to-do list for the Bush Administration. It's very helpful.
Sadly, No!'s Mister Leonard Pierce tries to parse Max Boot's latest great idea on making the Surge a success.
Oliver Willis borrows James Dobson's calculator.
Tom Burka's baaack. The latest in the Wolfowitz dramarama over at Opinions You Should Have.
Did no one tell Cheney's staff that iPods and pacemakers don't mix?
Roger Ailes The Good takes aim at Tim Russert's "sacrifice" for 9/11 victims.
Steve M. at No More Mister Nice Blog pokes at the slumbering body of Clarence Thomas.
Melissa over at Shakesville (the erstwhile Shakespeare's Sister) giggles in delight at McCain's latest outburst.
Outside the Tent's Clif puts a scratchy LP recording of Pomp and Circumstance on the old Victrola to honor Ben Shapiro's latest accomplishment, although I'd wager that Monica Goodling probably already ows the rights to America's Worst Lawyer™.