Conduct Unbecoming

If you missed this opinion piece by Burton J. Lee III, former physician to George H.W. Bush, in the Washington Post last week it might have been because you were scratching your head wondering what the hell Attorney General Alberto "The Enforcer" Gonzales was doing in Iraq.

Chris Floyd connects the dots rather nicely, and every U.S. senator should read this before they even consider this little evil man for the Supreme Court. He had the nerve to blame the abuses at Abu Ghraib on the NIGHT SHIFT of one cell block. This administration has no shame in using cliches to lie about, excuse and rationalize criminal conduct performed at its command.

Next thing you know he'll be saying his dog ate the Constitution.

Thanks to Smirking Chimp for the link.

Bush Falls off Bike...AGAIN

Jeez, what is it with this guy? Was he chewing gum AND pedaling?

Say...maybe that's why his secret service detail didn't interrupt his bike ride in May when a Cessna violated restricted airspace near the White House and Capitol Hill had to be evacuated. Maybe he loses his balance at the slightest distraction. Maybe he drinks and bikes at the same time.

He clearly needs training wheels.

Sarah Vowell is who I'd like to be when I grow up and she's a guest columnist for the New York Times this week. She has a pithy take on the Live 8 concert today.

Seeing Robertson in that commercial with Bono - and Bono's hair - is a little like listening to Paul Anka's new recording of Nirvana's "Smells Like Teen Spirit." At first, it's jarring to hear the guy who wrote "Puppy Love" for Donny Osmond sing Kurt Cobain's lyrics: "a mosquito, my libido." But listen hard and you can hear what Anka hears. He doesn't hear the ranting of weirdos. He hears the poetry, the architecture of a justifiably standard song like "Autumn in New York," like "Fly Me to the Moon."

My soft spot for strange bedfellows aside, I am a capital-D Democrat who still believes in the value of partisan politics. And I hold onto that belief despite the fact that I belong to a party whose only true talent is writing exceedingly eloquent concession speeches.

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Our dear Professor made The Smirking Chimp. Now we could get him to blog.