Splenetic. I guess that’s the anatomically-engendered word that describes my mood the last few days. The clever rejoinders that play in my head when I read news stories or by accident hear something on TV are increasingly scathing, and the cleverness is definitely on the wane.
I guess I boiled over, finally, today when I read about Daschle’s comments about Bush’s failure on the diplomatic front, and the reaction of the usual suspects in casting aspersions on his patriotism, etc. Damn. This idiot was THE SENATE MAJORITY LEADER until January. His signal failure as a patriot was his signing on (and leading a gaggle of other Geldedcrats to do likewise) to the resolution handing Bush the authority to take us to war.
‘Patriotism’ from Daschle would have been an unceasing and articulate chorus demanding that Bush prove the necessity of this operation and the insistence that we conduct ourselves within an aura of international consensus. His party and his peers have failed the country miserably in this regard. What the hell got him up out of his LazyBoy yesterday?
There is no reason for the precipitous attack on Iraq other than as a gambit to keep Bush and his crowd in power, and to reward their contributors with lush contracts for the munitions to blow it up and the infrastructure to paper it over when we’re done. Daschle, Gephart and ‘holy joe’ Lieberman and their ilk will never be more than a speedbump to the Republican juggernaut.
The Democratic Party needs serious pruning, and passionate and purposeful voices need to emerge soon. Or I’ll start to lose my sense of humor.
