Off the top of my head: Howard, Russ, Big John sometimes, Medium John most of the time, Chris Dodd (who still hasn’t responded to my fervent marriage proposals, but that’s just the restraining order talking), Tim Ryan, Kucinich, Louise Slaughter … that’s off the top of my head. Is that enough to fly the LEM for a while? Fuck if I know.
Sometimes I’d like to shake Nancy and Harry really hard and yell, “WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU AFRAID OF?” God, what are you afraid of that could possibly compare to what is happening today? What, somebody might call you a pussy, target you for defeat in an election? Seriously, that’s enough to make you do this? What can possibly be making scary noises in your closet that keeps you from doing the right thing when it’s so FUCKING OBVIOUS what the right thing is? What? Terrorists? Karl Rove’s reanimated corpse? Muppets or Fraggles? WHAT? Just tell me what it is and I’ll come over with the bug spray and the broom.
Trouble is, I don’t think they’re honestly scared of anything other than looking like the asshole, but guess what? There is no way out of the Bush years that isn’t going to make somebody the asshole. I’ve been thinking this for a while about the war, especially with the one-year anniversary of the Iraq Study Group having just passed. The whole Washington establishment is looking for some way out of this mess that doesn’t make them the focus of attention, that doesn’t make them the ones who said the hard thing and made everybody feel bad.
They’re looking for something else they can pin it on, hence the anticipation of the whole study group thing: HERE is what we can use to say, “Let’s get out now” because then it’s about the Study Group and not them. Of course, Bush said “fuck you” to the Study Group and then they didn’t know what to do. The torture probe, same deal. Renditions, wiretapping, all of it, same exact deal. They’re just fucking desperate to find some way to make it somebody else’s idea, and it’s not that I don’t understand the instinct, I do this all the time, put the tough idea in somebody else’s mouth, but when I do it, it’s about who has to write a letter, not about, you know, all the DEAD PEOPLE.