Look What's Crawled Out



Back on July 13 I wondered why all images and mentions of Emperor Dick had mysteriously disappeared from TV screens and newspaper pages. I speculated, I still think correctly, that by the time Fitzgerald unearths the rotting corpse of truth stenching the country under the misleading name Plamegate, the Dickster or one of its surrogates will be the perpwalker, and that, coward that it is, the Emperor was trying a strategic invisibility.

But some things are more important than protecting its ass, and so, over the weekend, the Emperor unhitched the right side of its face to defend its right to torture whoever the hell it pleases and to not be held accountable to such small trifles as human decency and the rule of law.

And here's the kicker: it had to chastise Republicans - Republicans! those rockless toadies, which tells me the more important issue on Emperor Dick's agenda, more than guaranteeing free-access torture, was toady-herding. After all, to keep lickspittles in line, what's a little publicity?