“But, Holmes, the dog didn’t bark!”
“Yes, I know that, that’s the whole bloody point, you malodorous toffee nosed medical twit!”
Reference point: the following excerpt from Washington Monthly (yes, a blog, but the link to the original lies therein, should any verification be needed…)
There’s more, of course, but that isn’t the main thrust of my dismay. I already pretty much knew this, so did you, if you’ve the good sense God gave a goose.
Who was that? Who kept characterizing every criticism of The Leader as a mindless repitition of BUSHLIEDBUSHLIEDBUSHLIED!!! Well, yes. He did. At least on those occassions when he pretended that he hadn’t made up his mind, that he was open to a negotiated, peaceful solution. Lying through his teeth, so famously well tended.
Now, this is several days old. I waited this long just to see if my original apprehension proved justifiable. Yeppers. Sho’ nuff. The much vaunted liberal media rolled over on its back and offered its tummy to be rubbed. Not a sound, nary a whisper.
“…and now we go to Victor Vacuous, who’s talking with Sandra Bullock’s Karmic advisor, about her responsibility in making Runaway Bride, and its influence on these shatteringly important events…”
“…Sorry to break in, but Jim Jutchin is talking to a veterinary psychologist on the impact of Laura Bush’s revelations about George whacking off a horse…”
It would appear that this story was lost in glare of such seismic occurances. But entirely lost. Nobody, but nobody. Hand the liberal media a big fat juicy bombshell and…they ignore it. Zero, zip, zilch, nada damn thing.
Why? Here’s my take, and the substance of my rant: it isn’t news. Everybody knows, and accountability is a crock. Its just another irrefutable piece of solid evidence, but there’s nobody left to convince anymore, no more Thanksgivings to await, all the shoes have dropped. Tony Blair stands poised to be re-elected, as though it never happened. GeeDubya has already been elected, skating on a sheen of Teflon and “moral values”, which conveniently don’t include candor or honor.
We don’t care, we’re worn out. Our best and bravest die every day in a worthless and empty cause, but all our outrage is spent. Untold numbers of patriots sacrificed to put power in the hands of the people, and we scratch our nuts and change the channel.
Don’t mind growing old, hate the idea of growing weary.