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No, this missive isn’t by Karl Rove. After studying Karl for years, however, I have come to believe that I finally understand him, what drives him, what his needs and desires are, even how he thinks, and what has brought him to the success he has achieved. Today’s posting merely touches on some of the genius that has brought him and those he works through to their dominance. It’s a start.
The genius of Rove and of the Neocons he uses—Indeed, I believe he uses them more than they use him.—is that his and their transgressions are no longer done in the dark of night or through back doors such as Watergate (Nixon) or the Iran-Contra Affair (Reagan) of earlier generation proto-despots. The genius of Rove is to transgress in the daylight in full frontal assault on Americans. It’s as if he were saying…
In your face, America! I double dare you to stop us. We control the courts and the Department of Justice. We own the media. My old buddy, George, our president (You think he’s your president, that he works for you?) likes total control and he’s taken it, with my help, of course. In the daylight. In your face. In the face, even, of a Democrat-controlled Congress (a mistake we won’t make again).
How did we take over so completely? Well, first, we knew this bunch of Democrats would roll over like a whipped dog hoping the pain would stop. That’s what these Democrats are, whipped dogs, praying that we’ll toss them a bone sooner rather than later. That we’ll stop kicking them in the ribs and publicly blaming them for getting in the way of our boots. But that’s the Democrat way, to lie there and take it, maybe with an occasional whimper.
There is no strong heart in the Democratic leadership. For one of them to rise to a position of leadership, they have to cut out their own heart and hand it over, because a strong heart is dangerous to the Democratic Party. It’s something to be shunned or stomped on before it causes anxiety (see Howard Dean, 2004).
The second thing I, we, realized and embraced in our sweep to total control over America was a core truth coming, ironically, from Karl Marx. I’ll bet my dirty-old-man raincoat you want to know what that truth is. Well, since we Republo-Neocons now operate in the sunshine, I’ll fess up, which is how we say it in the Great State of Texas. Marx knew that the people of a nation will accept and knuckle under to anything until there’s nothing left to lose. And you can take that piece of wisdom to the bank, Bobby McGee.
The trick is, if you’re going to ride roughshod over a nation’s people and their Constitution, leave them with something to hang onto, sort of like a life raft. Make them think they aren’t really drowning. Leave them with a little hope, a little cash, even their debt. You’d be surprised how people cling to debt like it’s something worthwhile, at least something they own.
Leave them a few laws they can believe in, a high-definition TV, a ball team to root for, a softball or bowling team to play on. Leave ‘em their NASCAR and the hope of a spectacular wreck. Give ‘em all the news that fits our scheme, with pretty faces to pass it along. Leave ‘em their churches and their righteous issues to dwell on and in. Their cars and motorcycles and RV campers and fishing poles with hi-tech reels and fish-finders. Even leave ‘em their guns, because they’re not so dumb and brave and yearning for true democracy that they’ll go up against Blackwater, our private army.
Why, you may ask, am I now revealing this? Because I, we, have already won. It’s back-slap and giggle and roll out the Shiner’s Beer barrel time. The Democrats won’t stop us. The rabble won’t rise up. What’s left of the middle class is too fearful of losing what little they have left. We own everything else, including the so-called opposition.
What? You think the blogosphere will rise up to stop us? Hell, we’ll double-deck the internet, make the little guy pay to post and that’ll be the end of that, because Americans are unwilling to defend their so-called freedoms, much less pay a few bucks for them.
I know this stuff. I’m Karl Rove, genius. I’m untouchable. Nobody laughs at Karl Rove anymore. Nobody. Now it’s my turn to laugh. Just look at my photos, my nationally telecast and frequently re-shown rap session. Karl Rove is one happy dude. Hell, the way I fixed things, I could probably run for president and get elected. If I want.
Addendum: You want an example of a crumbling House Democrat? Check out this OpEdNews.com piece by David Swanson on John Conyers.
