No More Mr. Nice Guy!

Goodling Two-shoes

I'm still steamed over the Dems' craven capitulation to the least popular president in US history over the least popular war in US history, and the Chimperor's feces-flinging fit of gloating today. So let's blog about something more pleasant - the ongoing inquisition of Alberto "Torquemada" Gonzales.

Monica Goodling's testimony under a guarantee of immunity raises the juiciness factor considerably. She of the crying jags - "all I ever wanted to do was - sob! serve at the pleasure of the president" - with her degree from the 700 Club University and her training in how to use a position of public service to punish "sin" - isn't shy about throwing her former boss under the bus to save herself. She also revealed exactly why she invoked the Fifth Amendment - she routinely used a political litmus test for career lawyers, a violation of civil service law. (Except when a rethug does it, it's called "crossing the line" and they didn't really mean it.)

But Gonzo ends up looking even worse than before - not only does he act as a two-bit goon putting the squeeze on a sick old man in a hospital bed, he tampers with witnesses. (I think that's his Indian name: "Tampers with Witnesses".) The question is, on whose orders? Fredo has always been Junior's water boy, and there's strong reason to believe it was Junior himself who dispatched him to Ashcroft's hospital room. Who ordered him to coordinate his story with Goodling's?

The Gonzo death watch continues. How long can he last? How low can he go? Will he get kicked out before his testicles drop?

On a totally unrelated subject, I love how the lunatic religious right is maintaining an embarrassed silence about the birth of Mary Cheney's baby. And I especially enjoyed this description of a pic of the proud grandfather: "Dick Cheney sports an expression somewhere between enigmatic and the look of a man who has just urinated into your cup before serving you a cappuccino."

And on that note, I bid you good night!