December 6, 2005 - November 29, 2005
. The flashpoint was a quotation posted by Laura Lee Donoho at
Awake Cafe. A conservative blog quoting a conservative columnist --
Max Boot. What's the problem? Here's how it starts:
It's not because anyone doubts their patriotism. It's not because
anyone doubts their patriotism. It's not because anyone doubts their
patriotism. It's not because anyone doubts their patriotism. It's not
because anyone doubts their patriotism. It's not because anyone doubts
their patriotism. How many times do we have to write and say this to
appease the traitors of the left? Well, I, for one, am done with this
flavor of bullshit. Sorry, Max. This time I'm lining up with Ann Coulter.
Coulter think it's a pack of nonsense. So do I. She makes a point that
should have been as glaringly obvious to everyone else as it was to her
and to me:
Is it okay that he took bribes? No. He's a slimeball. He's a hero AND a slimeball. Hmmm. Work it out in your little heads, kids. The key to understanding lies in the fact that the words "hero" and "saint" are not synonyms. Not even close. Here's a useful example of the difference:
Who is the great hero this passage is delineating? His name is Benedict Arnold. A hero and
a traitor of the American Revolution.
I don't really care why John Murtha is a traitor. He just is. Here's his latest, culled from Drudge today:
What does this do for the troops in the field? It gives their enemies
hope. It suggests that the United States military is so pitiful, weak,
and cowardly that 2,000 battlefield deaths can break their spirit
utterly. It suggests to the insurgents terrorists
who are trying to kill our troops every day that they should try
harder. It suggests to the millions of Iraqis who are trying to build a
democratic nation with our help that they can't count on our help and
should therefore stop taking risks for their freedom. It frightens and
disheartens our allies, and it emboldens our enemies. That's treason.
And what is this all about anyway? Ostensibly it's about the dread number 2,000. (If you need proof, here's an uproariously ridiculous column by the ancient moron who calls himself Jimmy Breslin. The dread number is so awful that it even has the power to make lockstep Clinton ass-kissers turn on their beloved godhead -- send Chelsea to Iraq! -- you gotta love it.)
If 2,000 American dead are sufficient to require immediate cessation of the policy that caused the deaths, regardless of the short and long term costs and consequences, then we have a whole lot of rethinking to do as a nation. Automobiles must be outlawed immediately because while 2,000 professional soldiers were dying in Iraq, more than 100,000 American civilians were dying in their cars. All hospitals must be closed immediately, because while 2,000 were dying in Iraq, approximately 300,000 Americans were being killed by negligence, erroneous prescriptions, and surgical mistakes. All cities must be shut down immediately, because the concentration of human beings in urban centers results in homicide, and while 2,000 were dying in Iraq, upwards of 100,000 Americans were being murdered by relatives, friends, and strangers. And while we're at it, we'd best demolish the Lincoln Memorial and rip Abe's face off the $5 bill, because he misled the nation into a war that killed 600,000 Americans (corrected for population growth since 1860, that's the equivalent of 5 million of today's more sophisticated Pussy-Americans). Come to think of it, tear down the Washington and the Jefferson memorials too, because those sick bastards misled this country into a war that killed more than 7,000 Americans. And get that lying S.O.B. FDR off the dime; he said he'd keep us out of WWII and wound up killing more than 400,000 Americans. Nothing is worth this kind of loss of life.
Or so certain kinds of hero veterans would have us believe. Why? Because serving in the military in a democracy can be done by almost anyone, including fools and knaves and ambitious politicians. And if you're a canny ambitious politician, you are especially anxious to serve because then your opinions about foreign policy are automatically sanctified by your service. You become immune to criticism from chickenhawks like Dick Cheney and split-tails like Ann Coulter. You are free to pioneer a new species of vermin called Eaglepussies, who put on a raft of medals and patriotically assert that the best policy for their nation is to surrender unconditionally to those who have done her harm.
Consider it a new kind of arithmetic. Veteran + Treason = Patriotism. As long as you're a goddam Democrat.
. George W. Bush doesn't like to fire people. It's his greatest
weakness. If he wants to prevail in his most important policies,
however, it's time he overcame that weakness. Pictured above are the
first three heads that must fall: Dan
Bartlett, Strategic Communications Planning; Scott
McClellan, White House Press Secretary; and Nicolle
Devenish, White House Communications Director.
These people assumed their current posts in the wake of the President's highly successful campaign for reelection. Since then, they have presided over one public relations debacle after another -- the needless Schiavo brouhaha, the incompetently presented Social Security reform initiative, the appalling failure to take credit for successes in Iraq or to counter the MSM's "Vietnam quagmire" fantasy, the Cindy Sheehan farce, the self-destructive Miers nomination, the Valerie Plame fiction, the cone of silence enforced while the Democrats screamed and shouted their "Bush lied" lie into every network microphone for months, and the feeble counterattack that led to the ridiculous playacting of John Murtha.
By any possible standard of competence in communications, these people are miserably and irredeemably inept. If they were merely obedient soldiers executing the instructions of the big boss, they should have resigned en masse long ere this in protest at being deprived of the opportunity to exercise their good judgment. If they actually concocted the communication plans that responded to the crises listed above, as seems more likely in the court of the Great Delegator, they should be drummed out of the profession -- hollow square, buttons ripped off, swords broken -- the works.
The one thing I can't understand is why more Republicans haven't demanded exactly this step. It may be difficult to see into the workings of Bartlett's and Devenish's jobs, but we see McClellan every day. The picture shown here is typical -- hands up in surrender. He is continually at a loss, defensive, borderline oafish, argumentative when he should be cool, placating when he should be predatory. His performance alone is enough to indict his communication superiors. He's minor league and even his surname is unpleasantly evocative of the blowhard general who was always piling up more resources for a battle he could never bring himself to fight. Get rid of him. NOW.
Dan Bartlett is, according to his official bio, "Counselor to the President.... responsible for all aspects of President Bush’s strategic communications planning and the formulation of policy and implementation of the President’s agenda. He also oversees the White House Press Office and the Offices of Communications, Media Affairs, and Speechwriting." Which means he can offer up the excuse that he's too busy and important to get involved in the disastrous day-to-day bumbling of White House communications. But it's not a good excuse. There's no value in architecting the big plans for tomorrow when today is a fire burning out of control. His bio says he's from Austin, Texas. Another old friend in over his head in the big time. Get rid of him. NOW.
Nicolle Devenish. Has anybody even heard of this babe? She's 33. She's a graduate of the University of California at Berkeley. [!] She's also the White House Communications Director. Her sole responsibility is to advance the president's agenda in the press and protect him from partisan assaults. Is it possible that her schooling so accustomed her to the treasonous and hateful rhetoric of the left that it doesn't even raise her blood pressure? "Never you mind, Mr. President. When you meet them for wine and cheese in the faculty lounge, they're really pussycats. Just let them talk." Or is she too busy preening in the mirror of her corner office -- sexy power player already and only 33!! Actually, it doesn't matter what the story is with Nicolle. She's a bimbo, and she needs to be fired. With prejudice. NOW.
You can whine if you want about the sin of shooting the messenger. But in this case it's a misnomer. Delivering bad news to the President isn't their primary job. Going to war in the communications arena on his behalf is. And their performance in this respect has branded them as fools, cowards, and stooges.
Now tell me why the blogosphere isn't seething and bubbling with exactly these sentiments? Are you all asleep?
Then wake the hell up.