At this point, it's hard to know what Our Beloved President is going to do about his li'l buddy Al. The attorney general's appearance before a clearly hostile senate committee yesterday was a disaster of Battlefield Earth proportions, with poor Gonzales clearly seeking some kind of support from Republican fellow travellers, but boy, was that support not coming. When Arlen Specter, a guy who's given Bush more than a few reacharounds in his time, sneered to Gonzales, "I don't think you're going to win a debate about your preparation, frankly," any reasonable administration would be dropping this dead weight fast.
Of course, we're not talking about a reasonable administration. Yesterday, as his hand-picked attorney general faced a hit squad, as the nation tried to make sense of the VaTech shootings, Bush appeared at a high school gym in Ohio, claiming--wait for it--history will vindicate him.
"When it's all said and done," the Exalted Douchebag said, "when Laura and I head back home--which at this moment will be Crawford, Texas--I will get there and look in the mirror and I will say, 'I came with a set of principles, and I didn't try to change my principles to make me popular.'"
Uh, right. What would those principles be? Only rich people matter? Fuck the constitution? It's good to be the king? Because seriously, Mr. President, you will leave this country in far worse shape when you leave, and like a shattered vase, it can never quite be whole again. Your little appearance in Ohio was yet another smug demonstration that you feel your place in history is assured.
Unfortunately, it is.
