Tuesday, June 06, 2006

Garrison Keillor on the Rethugs

Most times, I find Garrison Keillor to be a bit too cloying. Since the paternal half of my family is from Lake Woebegon country and places immediately to the west (think miles and miles of miles and miles), and that I consider Fargo to be a documentary, Keillor's tendency to douse both the irony and the integrity with too much syrup has kept me from being a fan. But he has posted a brilliant little gem in Salon today (watch an ad to get the content). It seems even he is coming to the end of his rope with Rethug idiocy. A few graphs:

I see by the papers that the Republicans want to make an issue of Nancy Pelosi in the congressional races this fall: Would you want a San Francisco woman to be Speaker of the House? Will the podium be repainted in lavender stripes with a disco ball overhead? Will she be borne into the chamber by male dancers with glistening torsos and wearing pink tutus?...

Meanwhile, the Current Occupant goes on impersonating a president. Somewhere in the quiet leafy recesses of the Bush family, somebody is thinking, "Wrong son. Should've tried the smart one." This one's eyes don't quite focus. Five years in office and he doesn't have a grip on it yet....

You might not have always liked Republicans, but you could count on them to manage the bank. They might be lousy tippers, act snooty, talk through their noses, wear spats and splash mud on you as they race their Pierce-Arrows through the village, but you knew they could do the math. To see them produce a ninny and then follow him loyally into the swamp for five years is disconcerting, like seeing the Rolling Stones take up lite jazz. So here we are at an uneasy point in our history, mired in a costly war and getting nowhere, a supine Congress granting absolute power to a president who seems to get smaller and dimmer, and the best the Republicans can offer is San Franciscophobia? This is beyond pitiful. This is violently stupid.
Me, I'd pay to watch Pelosi being carried into the chamber by her Nancy Boys.


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