Dunno what it is, but ever since I’ve came back from holiday I’m finding it hard to raise any enthusiasm at all for blogging.
Of course as is absolutely bloody typical the moment I walked away from the keyboard, thinking “It’s the silly season, nothing will happen” then bam bam bam – Rove, Gonzales and John “Please can I go to your ranch?” Prescott resigned, to plot in private, spend more time with family prosecutors and perv some noble melons in the House of Lords, respectively.
I missed all the fun, dammit: everything that can be said’s already been said and I really haven’t got the energy to try and squeeze out the last drops of snark. Suffice it to say that here is that new improved White House leadership team in full:
I suppose I should be exultant that three more of the enablers of this godawful illegal war and of all the criminality, chaos and cruelty that has resulted have bitten the bullet, so to speak, but in the case of Rove and Gonzales I have to wonder what the hell it is they’re actually up to.
Do we really think they’re not still doing Bushco’s bidding? Rove didn’t sign his letter “I will always be by your side” for nothing.
Oh and what’s Cheney up to lately? He seems conspicuous by his absence from the news at the moment. Hmm,
Oooh, maybe my will to blog hasn’t gone and it’s still there after all: maybe it just needs feeding. More coffee and outrage, please! Give me enough coffee and a few days feretting around the interwebs and we’ll soon have that mojo working again.
