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| The Karl Rove Bulwer-Lytton Contest |
| 2005-10-14 |
| Over at Prof. Ann Althouse's blog, the commenters are writing up a storm. "Karl Rove nosed his Jaguar out of the garage at his home in Northwest Washington in the predawn gloom..." Is this the beginning of some pulp novel? No, it's just another nonstory about the Plame investigation. The White House is "jittery." Check. There is "a mood of intense uncertainty." Noted. . . . The commenters take it from there: Karl Rove nosed his Jaguar out of the garage at his home in Northwest Washington in the predawn gloom, starting another day in which he would be dealing with a troubled Supreme Court nomination, posthurricane reconstruction and all the other issues that come across the desk of President Bush's most influential aide. But Mr. Rove's first challenge on Wednesday morning came before he cleared his driveway. There was a beautiful woman in the front seat of the Jag. Trouble was, this one was dead. . . . "The President paused during his early morning bike ride to glance at the dark foreboding sky and wondered if the heavens portends the day ahead..." . . . "Damn that Judith Miller," he thought. "I knew she'd sing like a canary after spending some time in the Alexandria jail." Hasn't she ever heard of omerta, the code of silence? Cheney knew how to keep his mouth shut. It's too bad G. Gordon Liddy didn't work in the White House. There was a man who could keep his mouth shut. Vince Foster, too. The rain started pounding on the Jag like the heartbeats of a million voters. . . . Hit the link and go join the fun. |
| Posted by:Mike |
| #1 Wonderful fun!!!! I sat in front of the computer with both trailing daughters for the better part of half an hour -- laughing and fighting over the mouse and the view of the screen. |
| Posted by: trailing wife 2005-10-14 21:46 |