Killing Me Softly
by digby
I’m feeling down right now. I know I shouldn’t. The fact that Tom DeLay has stepped down is such a huge victory for humanity all by itself that I should be dancing a jig for the next six months. But, I’m down in the dumps, mostly because I am watching George W. Bush repeat his patented mantra for the 514,346th time. It’s filled with lies, mischaracterizations and simple-minded gibberish, as always, and I’m watching it go out unfiltered, in its entirety, unchallenged by the media, no Democrats in sight, on every cable channel. I think they are personally trying to drive me crazy.
There is one new wrinkle. Regarding the illegal wiretapping, he just said, “it’s amazing to me when people say I just wanted to break the law. If I wanted to break the law why would I brief congress?”
His masterful sound guy is there, compressing the sound, building the audience response to statements like that from a distant chuckle to a soft moan of appreciation, slowly ratcheting it up to a low roar until it reaches a crescendo of ecstatic, sustained hysteria. I think I even saw some rending of garments in the fourth row.
They are going to the 9/11 well again. They say that Democrats are sending talking points to Osama and giving aid and comfort to the enemy. Rove says we don’t believe that the government should monitor al Qaeda’s telephone calls. The next several months will be spent fending off accusations that if we don’t let the president do anything he damned well pleases we are all going to die.
I don’t know if it will work again. But I also don’t know if I can take this campaign one more time. Five years of hearing the same thing over and over again and watching American sheeple fall for it over and over again is just too depressing. I can’t tell you how much I’m looking forward to January 20, 2009 (and I’m of an age where rushing the future is no longer wise.) The day I no longer have to listen to one more word from this immoral, dishonest, incompetent, delusional prick will be the best day of my life.
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