Not only is Rumsfeld being creamed by pretty much everyone, but I’ve decided I want to have Keith Olbermann’s babies.
Here’s just a little of what he’s said about Rummy’s latest case of logorrhea:
[I]t did not merely serve to impugn the morality or intelligence — indeed, the loyalty — of the majority of Americans who oppose the transient occupants of the highest offices in the land. Worse, still, it credits those same transient occupants — our employees — with a total omniscience; a total omniscience which neither common sense, nor this administration’s track record at home or abroad, suggests they deserve.
Dissent and disagreement with government is the life’s blood of human freedom; and not merely because it is the first roadblock against the kind of tyranny the men Mr. Rumsfeld likes to think of as “his” troops still fight, this very evening, in Iraq.
It is also essential. Because just every once in awhile it is right and the power to which it speaks, is wrong.
It gets better, though. It turns out that Salt Lake City, Utah, has one of the most progressive mayors I think any city has ever had, a man obviously possessed of balls the size of cantaloupes. Rocky Anderson, I salute you humbly for comments such as this:
Our children and later generations will pay the price of the lies, the violence, the cruelty, the incompetence, and the inhumanity of the Bush administration and the lackey Congress that has so cowardly abrogated its responsibility and authority under our checks-and-balances system of government.
We are here to say, “We will not stand for it any more. No more lies. No more pre-emptive, illegal war, based on false information. No more God-is-on-our-side religious nonsense to justify this immoral, illegal war. No more inhumanity.”
Let’s raise our voices, and demand, “Give us the truth! Give us the truth! Give us the truth!”
And while Bush is claiming he’s not making political comments, we all know what the truth really is — weeks before the 2006 elections, right-wingers are shitting their Depends in terror, which is precisely as it should be.
The battle isn’t over; it hasn’t even begun. It starts in November when we fire every dishonest, duplicitous son of a bitch that’s been lying to us.
It ends when Bush is disgraced, when his “presidential library” (which will contain a book about a goat and — allegedly — “three Shakespeares” and a Camus) is empty of histories because no good histories of his failures will ever be written, when he commits seppuku one fine morning a few years from now in shame over his own immense stupidity.
