Karl Rove has resigned and will be gone at the end of August. President Bush'sbrain blows. The architect folds. The chief strategist sashays out the bunker off into the sunset. Another bloated rat abandons the sewer clogged with corruption.
What despair departure must be for Rove from his dear W., (watch video) whom he has devotedly served off and on since the 1970s. How could Karl help himself when he met W.? Listen:
"I can literally remember what he was wearing: an Air National Guard flight jacket, cowboy boots, complete with the - in Texas you see it a lot - one of the back pockets will have a circle worn in the pocket from where you carry your tin of snuff, your tin of tobacco. He was exuding more charisma than any one individual should be allowed to have,"
gushed the macho man who would later mastermind the GOP's anti gay strategy but whose description of first seeing Bush's rear pockets sounds right off Queer Eye for the Straight Guy. Sweet, sweet, Turdblossom, as Bush tagged his wowed admirer: just like a flower that blooms in bullshit.
What a dream dear W. was for Rove. W. had the looks, the charisma, the snuff ring on the butt, all the things Rove didn't have. Even Rove said that he was the
"complete nerd. I had the briefcase. I had the pocket protector. I wore Hush Puppies when they were not cool. I was the thin, scrawny little guy. I was definitely uncool."
Just how much of a nerd wimp was Rove as a child? When he was age nine in 1960, Karl got into his first political fight when
"a little girl across the street who was Catholic . . . found out I was for Nixon, and she was avidly for Kennedy. She put me down on the pavement and whaled on me and gave me a bloody nose."
Besides being more likely to beat a little girl in a fight, Bush also had something Rove didn't have: a solid, traditional family. When he came home for Christmas from his first semester at the University of Utah, Karl found out his 300 lb. father was really his stepfather and that he was leaving Karl's mother. Big Louie, as his father was known, moved to Los Angeles, came way out of the closet and became part of an elder gay group known as the "Old Farts." Rove's mother later committed suicide.
None of that is acceptable in a proper conservative pedigree mandatory for a candidate to play on the public stage under the lights. The most Karl could have ever prayed for was to be the brains behind a front man, to be the ventriloquist calling the shots from the sideline shadows while his puppet took the bows for his brilliance.
One could say that with W. that Rove got his prayers answered beyond belief except for one minor detail: Rove is an agnostic and agnostics are not renowned for fervent prayers.
Yet Rove was the genius who developed Bush's powerful strategy of being God's man in order to energize the religious right. Rove was so skillful that he, an unbeliever, was able to help convince Bush that God anoints Bush. What more can be asked of Rove than to have taken Bush, someone with no skills whatsoever other than that of over confident cheerleader, and have patsy W. convince most of the nation that agnostic Rove's agenda was the very will of God?
But Rove recognized no Divine principles. And Rove is not one to put any principles before winning. As Dick Cheneyput it:
"Principle is OK up to a certain point, but principle doesn't do any good if you lose."
Fear of losing is why Rove was able to invoke homophobia among conservatives while also claiming to love his stepfather, an open gay, as his own father. That's why Rove was able to sit at a desk with a photo of his loving gay father who stayed in the closet long enough to raise him and for Rove to be able to scheme of his operatives pretending to be pollsters and calling up voters and asking them things like would folks be "more or less likely to vote for Governor Richards if [they] knew her staff is dominated by lesbians." That's why Karl could see nothing wrong with the outing of Valerie Plame as a CIA agent. All that is important is never to be beaten by a little girl again, whatever it takes.
Even as enabler Rove departs, allow me to predict Bush's chronic cognitive dissonance will continue constipating. Cognitive dissonance is the psychological term referring to a person's difficulty in dealing with evidence contrary to one's beliefs. Cognitive dissonance is seeing what you want to see. I wouldn't have seen it if I hadn't believed it with my own mind. And the more and longer we believe it, the more we find to confirm what we want to believe. Nothing is going to shake a true believer's convictions but everything is going to reinforce his beliefs that is doing the right thing even as he is turned upon. W. admitting that he's has been wrong will rank right up there with the second coming of Jesus and the Cubs winning the World Series. (My bet's on Jesus.)
B. 1952, GA, USA. D. To Be Determined. Beloved husband, father, grandfather, lover, confidant and friend of many from bikers to Zen masters; American writer and speaker, known for his criticism of Mammon's unholy trinity of big business, big government and big religion; served the least of them professionally as psychologist and voluntarily as activist for decades; loved to shoot basketball, billiards and the bull; lived free, died game. (memorial sketch by davidhewsonart.com)
"I can literally remember what he was wearing: an Air National Guard flight jacket, cowboy boots, complete with the - in Texas you see it a lot - one of the back pockets will have a circle worn in the pocket from where you carry your tin of snuff, your tin of tobacco. He was exuding more charisma than any one individual should be allowed to have."
Take it from someone who may not be Liberace gay, but is gay nonetheless; when I look at the over-stuffed ultra-nerd that is Hot Karl, I see bangles, beads, rainbows, pansies, and everything else that is held near and dear to the heart of the screaming queens in America. From the first day I saw him, I knew in the deepest places in my heart that if he wasn't in fact gay, he was the gayest looking "straight" man I have ever seen...and trust me yet again, I have seen a few of the latter.
"But he's married, with children," I hear some say. Yes, and I know at least three guys personally who were once married with children, but are now switch-hitting for my team. I know this because I have seen pictures of their kids, and their naked bodies wet with pool water, and glistening in the moonlight
While it is clearly a case of "only his hairdresser knows for sure, and while there are times that gaydar can pick up false readings, in the case of Hot Karl, if he's not queer, he sure is missing a hell of an opportunity. As proof, let's look beyond the obvious to the case of outed CIA agent Valerie Plame. While he may never come to trial, Hot Karl's fingerprints are all over this one. It was clearly a vindictive act.
While gay men have no corner on the market of vindictiveness, there are many in our world who have this bit of evil down to a fine science. Really vindictive queens with which I am acquainted tend to have a certain bend to their vindictiveness. That bend is all over the Plame-gate case. From the fact that the target was a woman, to the petty spitefulness of it, it bears a smell that is suspiciously strong with lavender.
I am thinking along the vein of most of the postings I have read about Hot Karl's exit from the public stage. He isn't going to be out of action for long. It is also likely that he is going to place his focus on getting a Republican into the White House in 2008.
The really good thing about Hot Karl's leaving is it is much more likely that congress will be able to ensnare him by way of subpoena. If he is a private citizen, it will be a lot easier to get around attempts to invoke executive privilege.
The best thing about Hot Karl's leaving is now DUBYA is the lame duck he was always meant to be. Being one that has never drunk the kool-aide, I could never understand the thrill that was DUBYA worship. It was like these people were the biggest batch of denial junkies; each of them worthy of a seat in Al-Anon, or any other 12-step program for abused codependents. Clearly, like the idol they worship, these people were infected with a lack of common sense that sometimes bedevils those with really high IQ's, or really LOW ones.
I know one thing, the news is going to be interesting for the next few weeks. Somehow, I have a feeling this incident might begin a cascade that could wash out the stables of DC like Heracles did the Augean Stables. More and more, DUBYA is becoming more isolated. More and more, the rats are leaving his sinking regime. Maybe the momentum will stay as it is, and DUBYA will be out on his ass soon.
I can hope, can't I?
Blessed be! Pappy
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Pappy (61 articles, 0 quicklinks, 11 diaries, 863 comments)
on Tuesday, August 14, 2007 at 1:19:23 PM
"Fat Karl Rove was seen by one of my people entering a private homosexual orgy at a five-star Washington hotel over the Mid-Atlantic Leather (MAL) weekend last year. All the self-hating loyal Republican gays at the no-pants party, many of them Senatorial aides and military types, of course pretended they didn't recognize him, and who can blame them - imagine how repulsive Fat Karl must look without his clothes. The report that came back was that Fat Karl greatly enjoyed the supervision of a certain hairy 350-lb. Leather Dominator, who had won the Miss Virginia Daddy Bear title at the MAL festivities." [Rove's alleged nickname is Miss Piggy, possibly because of how he squeals.]
"Karl used hang out at JR’s, which is on 17th between P&S, before he became so well-known. This is a “respectable” gay bar for discreet people who do not wear mesh panties, high-heeled pumps and wear terrible wigs. How many people know about these activities? In Washington, a hell of a lot of the prominent. But very few of them dare to open their mouths because of their own small problems."
"Power seems to draw gays like moths to a flame."
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Richard Mathis (128 articles, 103 quicklinks, 5 diaries, 121 comments)
on Tuesday, August 14, 2007 at 2:57:33 PM
Yes, yes, YES! That's what it's about. I knew from the time I first saw Hot Karl on TV that he was a serious sex pig, and I ain't talkin' with women! The old saying is, "it takes one to know one." With Hot Karl, take it from "one", he is "one" as well.
Of course, the disconcerting thing is I could be his kind of man. Don't I wish I were? I'd have a whole litany of horrors set up for that pasty, flabby, balding, fuck-wad!
If you really want to dig in the dirt on this issue though, follow this link and read about all the queer fun and games that seem to be happening in DC. DUBYA with a cock in his mouth? Seems to be pretty likely if even ten percent of what's available at that site is true. If it is true, it puts that Monica Lewinsky thing into a whole new light. Blowjobs in the Oval Office might still be happening, but now, they are man on man.
Blessed be! Pappy
by
Pappy (61 articles, 0 quicklinks, 11 diaries, 863 comments)
on Wednesday, August 22, 2007 at 1:28:30 PM
