Thursday
01 January 2009
maybe it was the champagne…

whew, i had a weird dream last night.
in it, alberto gonzales couldn’t find work due to his criminal and incompetent past in the bush administration, so he was reduced to wearing a rabbit costume for the forest service.
like i said, it was weird. i didn’t believe it was him, right up to the time he took off the giant rabbit head, out of sight of his many detractors. there he was, leaning wearily against a split rail fence on the edge of some pristine wilderness area he helped despoil, sighing deeply and bitterly at his fate.
“My whiskers and paws, what is it that I did that is so fundamentally wrong, that deserves this kind of response to my service?”
it was all symbolism, i suppose. gonzales gone tharn, at the bottom of the food chain, ever proclaiming he’s late for a very important date.
in the light of day, it’s almost funny to see alberto playing the victim card. perhaps he’ll live out his days denying his clownish his behavior as attorney general, oblivious to the real grievances of people he helped torture and spy on and otherwise insult.
all the while, showing off his little purple heart that says “casualty in the war on terror.”
perhaps it’s because he spent so much time in the bubble. or maybe he just doesn’t have a moral center that would cause him nightmares about the horrors he helped facilitate. it could be that alberto is just not very bright.
maybe it’ll all come out in the tell-all book that gonzales says he’s writing (assuming he can find a publisher). it’s hard to imagine how he could gin up an entire book on his tenure in the bush administration, though, considering his congressional testimony in which he couldn’t recall anything about anything.
even if a.g. did suddenly have a moment of clarity about his actions as a.g., it doesn’t seem likely he would implicate himself or his employers. what’s more likely is that he’ll dream up an alternate history, cribbed from the same revisionist chimera recently floated by george, dick, condi and the rest of the land-of-nod squad.
poor, noble alberto. he gave his last full measure of disrepute in the war on terror.
and this is the thanks he gets.
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