The Fixer

Every Administration has one. The fixer, the one who knows where all the bodies are buried, all the soft spots, where to apply the leverage, you feelin' me? Well, because Ms. Miers has known the President for 30 years back when he was presumably still doin' coke and Jim Beam in truly herculean quantities if not passed out Tri Delts then she's seen some tings. And she knows how to keep secrets. So shrub owes her, bigtime. And so that brings us to today.

Now look , this is a good pick for the simple reason that it seems to set the loony wingnuts' teeth on edge (or is that tooth). And under any circumstances that is a good thing. Keeps 'em from doing the other shit they seem to be good at and that's basically dismantling the New Deal and Great Society, setting the rest of us at each other's throats, and toppling Flinstone-level third world armies of frightened conscripts and then setting the most volatile region on earth 1) against us and, 2) on fire with populations overwhelmingly made up of disillusioned and very angry 13-25 unemployed males. But I'm not debatin' on that shit tonight, no.

Here's what I am talkin' 'bout - David Frum who used to be a speechwriter for our current manchild in chief said last week that Harriet told him that George Bush was the most brilliant man she ever met. Now from this one little bit of hearsay evidence we can make one of two conclusions, either:
A) Harriet has an exceedingly limited social circle and all reports indicate that the American people are certainly gettting their money's worth here in that all she does is work 16 hour days 7 days a week. Or,
B) To engage in hyperbole like that is to let slip the fact that she must possess an extremely acerbic and lacerating droll wit.

I choose B.

Hear ye, hear ye.

All rise