What Are They Hiding?

"I don't see anything...what about you, Dick?" [Cheney: Deep Stomach Rumbles]

Maybe it's just me, but the histrionics unleashed yesterday by the tag team twins of disastrous incompetence sounded more like a desperate attempt to keep people from peering through the curtain...or at least keep them occupied while something got swept under the rug.

It's not as if the financial fishing rodeo wasn't already on record, although curiously, whoever tried to make a killing on mass killing doesn't seem to have been touched by Team Bush.

Now, I don't have any evidence, of course, but the old saying about smoke and fire might well ring true--and I'm beginning to wonder if the fishing rodeo might include a few CYA feelers...or even some good old fashioned dirty politics. I'm not saying that anyone from Team Bush was necessarily involved in the curious matter of airline stock options--but I don't doubt some members on the squad, including this generation's incarnation of Tricky Dick, sure are making a killing, profitwise, on war. Between the killer profits--and the equally devasting consequences to their personal and political reputations should there be, oh, improprieties, perhaps it's understandable that of late Cheney's adopted the persona of a rabid wolverine, recently liberated from atop Donald Trump's head.

Of course, this is all speculation. But given the less-than-savory reputations of the principal players, it'd sure be nice to see a Democratic majority in Congress come January of 2007, if for no other reason than to watch these assclowns sweat bullets during the ensuing investigations.

Speaking of sweating bullets: Ole Rush Limp-baugh might just be doing that today as prosecuters decide whether or not he reneged on his plea bargain. Oh, it'd be poetic justice if Rush got charged...but given the nature of the modern criminal justice system, the investigation will likely, no pun intended, peter out faster than the Viagra-less bloviater himself...