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Rove out.
Remove all matches, lighters, flammable liquids and anything resembling
scissors and/or paper shredders, from his person TOOT SWEET!
I can't help being completely convinced that his departure has a lot more
to do with damage control down the line, then it does some deep desire to
cash in on the lucrative lecture circuit that coniving, backbiting, cheapshot
shits like him seem to book, only to charm away former sins of the father
and come off like an old beltway rogue who was just 'doin' my job!'
F*ck off fatboy. You don't get to skate.
Some U.S. Attorney looking for an eventual senate run, should run a spit
through that little roast suckling and fry his ass. File now. File often. How
great would it be to see Rove in orange turnouts, his little chubby wings
clutching a meager box of personal belongings as he's lead into general
pop at Lewisburg. His glasses pushed up nervously as the catcalls come.
His bald pate reflecting that grungy prison fluorescence...
...My god would they make a meal out of him.
Let's hope all that horsesh*t about 'justice served' finds it's literal meaning
in Karl Rove.
It couldn't happen to a nicer guy.
JC
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