From the fortress of Crusader Mike
I remain totally and entirely a yearning knight, tortured by so far unrequited courtly love for Maureen Dowd. She attractive, witty and very, very vicious. I started reading her stuff about Bush 1, enjoyed her issues with Bubba Clinton and friends, and have enjoyed her snarky disbelief about GW and friends. She did herself proud with her column on the Levee-burg address the other night.
"On Thursday night, Mr. Bush wanted to appear casually in charge as he waged his own Battle of New Orleans in Jackson Square. Instead, he looked as if he'd been dropped off by his folks in front of a eerie, blue-hued castle at Disney World. (Must be Sleeping Beauty's Castle, given the somnambulant pace of W.'s response to Katrina.)"
When it turns out that the White House put up generators to light the square, one has to wonder -- who pays for that shit? If it's the Republican National Committee, then that's one thing. If it's the taxpayers, that's something else entirely -- fraud, waste and abuse of power. Impeach the bastards!
Granted, impeaching this guy and jailing his lackies for spending money to make him look good is definitely like sending Capone to Alcatraz for lying on his taxes, but whatever works.
