Yeah, it's kind of fun, I'll admit.
Not-quite-instant karma is coming back on the Bushinistas in spades: Scooter Libby is found guilty (by a jury who admitted even though they thought he'd been served up as a sacrificial lamb by the very people he'd served so faithfully, he was still a lying scumbag). Six of the eight federal prosecutors fired by Bush lackeys for not being properly partisan are testifying before congress and making it clear that powerful Republicans like Pete Domenici made implied threats to them. Dick Cheney nearly gets killed in Iraq, then finds he has a potentially fatal blood clot--even his own body hates him. And as for Bush his own bad self, his poll numbers slide lower and lower every day, and even members of his own administration have started to distance themselves from him.
Watching this unfold is, like I said, kind of entertaining, but I'm afraid I can't get too much pleasure from it. Nothing will change, after all.
There's already talk of Bush issuing a pardon for Libby, which will prove once and for all that wealth and power allow one to evade justice. The dismissal of the U.S. attorneys was transparently politically motivated from the get-go; though it's nice of them to act like they actually give a shit about something, our present cowardly congress won't take any meaningful action. Cheney won't die; he'll survive as he always has, by consuming the souls of those he believes are inferior. And even as Mr. Bushie starts his slow fade into history, the fallout from his disastrous reign will be with us for the forseeable future.
For instance, let's say a Democrat actually wins the White House. Do you think they'll actually have the political courage to close down Gitmo or get out of Iraq? Sure, they're saying the right things now, but they're lying. And if there's anything to be learned from the Bushinistas, it's that you can lie outright and get away with it.
Nobody cares.
