THE CASTRATI CHIOR CALLED THE REPUBLICAN PARTY---OR, IS THIS WHAT WINNING LOOKS LIKE?

As our Republican chior of flabby sopranos, led by a bunch of partially frocked clerics, blather through another chorus of "Get me to the Church on Time" I am reminded of an executive seminar I attended back in my worthless yoot. While there we were asked the question: "What does winning look like?" in various situations. Of course my first answer was "stomp their fucking heads into the ground and jump up and down on the body." Well that's only answer number one. There was a follow up question to each answer that required us to ask ourselves whether we would begin the game if this was one of the results. Finally, after answering and discussing all the outcomes we had to answer this one; "after knowing all possible winning outcomes, would you still play the game?" I realized clearly that the more you think about what possible outcomes might result the more you realize that only in sports and phony Hollywood are there real winners and losers. Every victory has unintended consequences, every loss results in rages that make losing, and losers, dangerous (Iraq anyone?). I ask myself the "what does winning look like" question now as I watch our victorious winning Republicans sell us out for campaign contributions, continuing power, and their God given right to lie to us again. But most importantly is that they have no stomach for a fight: banning oil drilling in Anwar being the latest revolting example. Realize this: the Conservative movement is dead. The last man standing will be somebody at the Weekly Standard, The Wall Street Journal, or National Review, three places where conservative intellectuals who hold themselves above the fray can safely ponder things that amount to nothing. At Cato they will pontificate about usless subtlties, nuances, and underlying critical subtexts none of which will include cowardice.

Not only have we been sold out, but the Democrats are accumulating so much ammo to use against the clueless and wandering GOP nincompoops that they will probably grab the House (deservedly) in the next election. The list of Bush appointed incompetents running amok in various agencies is sickening. Schussel details a vile anti-Semitic FBI agent who refused to investigate what is obviously a dangerous death threat; and, you guessed it, he has been promoted. The CIA is a bureaucracy so far off the reservation that to call them a spy agency begs the follow up question: Spy Agency for who? The leaks from the CIA motivated only by hatred of Bush are traitorous and are an indicator of an out of control bureau that should be shut down and would be shut down if Bush had any balls (the leader of the castrati chorus with balls is an oxymoron). CIA has only one purpose, to stay in business in spite of their trail of incompetence stretching from Washington to Afghanistan.

The leaks from Congressional sources speak to the issue of whether these Not Ready for Prime Time players were ever fit to govern at all. I am increasingly convinced that Carl Rove is actually the President and Bush is just a battery powered robot who pretends to be a president, one who cannot lead the Republican Party anywhere but to their deserved destruction. All we hear from any of them now are the annoying soprano high notes from a pathetically bad chorus in which each untalented pot bellied member wishes he had balls.

And the White House itself. The Castrati King refuses to reply to the charge: "Bush Lied-People Died" so he depends on a not widely read guys like Podhoritz at Front Page. Total shit.

The Dems have been relatively quiet for a week or so, rightly deducing that the Republicans have already put a bullet into their bellies and are headed off into the jungle to die, and not one day too soon. Theirs is a bio-degradable corpse no self respecting maggot will touch. I am so sickened by them and the inarticulate afraid of his own shadow, George W. Bush, that I'll probably sit the next one out.

Why vote if winning looks like this?