Humming. Reading. Wishing. Waiting for Gary...
So I just happened to be humming an old hit, and thinking about the first time I saw the Rocky Horror Picture Show (last Tuesday, as it turns out) when I stumbled (via Atrios) on an editorial by Gary Hart.
Now I happen to thing of Gary Hart as a credit to his country who is unafraid to speak truth to power even as his country drifts, rudderless through a long dark night.
[Ed: This is the point where may people who know Mad start to roll their eyes and prepare the "Your are so fucking melodramatic!" speeches in their heads.]
But when I start thinking about Gary hart I inevitably wind up wishing I could vote for him. Preferably sometime soon. Unfortunately Gary Hart is a smart, qualified, democrat who once boned a hot chick on a boat. That makes him the political equivalent of a softball sized sphere of pure plutonium and only slightly less electable than tall, bearded men on dialysis whose' names rhymes with 'Ben sodden'.
Granted, Gary could run on a ticket with Al Gore, who has never boned a hot chick, That would help ease some of the voting publics 'democrat zipper' angst. But even wall to wall cable news coverage of Mrs. Gore's non-hotness and her stubborn refusal to put out on boats would not erase the 'smart' and 'qualified' stigma of a Gore/Hart ticket from the public zeitgeist. And I doubt that god himself could convince a certain 52% of America that 'smart' and 'qualified' were anything other than a pair of bullet ridden albatross corpses rotting around the 2008 democratic ticket's collective neck.
[Ed: To paraphrase from serendipity - Yes, Mad has read a poem. Try not to be shocked. ]
But I digress, back to the story .
[Ed: You know the one about humming a song and reading an editorial...]
Gary's editorial is about the Agee case and how Agee's actions got Richard Welch, the CIA station chief in Greece, whacked by radical Greek terrorist. That lead to the Intelligence Identities Protection Act which is one of the laws being waved around in the Wilson/Plame case. A case that goes all the way up to our current VP: one Dick Cheney. Some of you might have heard of him.
Turns out that after Richard Welch's unfortunate whacking, Gary Hart was the guy who called President Ford's Chief of staff on behalf of the CIA in an attempt to get presidential approval for Welch to be buried in Arlington National Cemetery. Ford's chief of staff jumped right on it and, befitting the honor due a man fallen in the service of his country, got the job done in under 2 hours.
Of course Ford's chief of staff was Dick Cheney.
Now back to that song I was humming; everyone cool knows that after the line
So whatever happened to Dick Cheney?
Now I happen to thing of Gary Hart as a credit to his country who is unafraid to speak truth to power even as his country drifts, rudderless through a long dark night.
[Ed: This is the point where may people who know Mad start to roll their eyes and prepare the "Your are so fucking melodramatic!" speeches in their heads.]
But when I start thinking about Gary hart I inevitably wind up wishing I could vote for him. Preferably sometime soon. Unfortunately Gary Hart is a smart, qualified, democrat who once boned a hot chick on a boat. That makes him the political equivalent of a softball sized sphere of pure plutonium and only slightly less electable than tall, bearded men on dialysis whose' names rhymes with 'Ben sodden'.
Granted, Gary could run on a ticket with Al Gore, who has never boned a hot chick, That would help ease some of the voting publics 'democrat zipper' angst. But even wall to wall cable news coverage of Mrs. Gore's non-hotness and her stubborn refusal to put out on boats would not erase the 'smart' and 'qualified' stigma of a Gore/Hart ticket from the public zeitgeist. And I doubt that god himself could convince a certain 52% of America that 'smart' and 'qualified' were anything other than a pair of bullet ridden albatross corpses rotting around the 2008 democratic ticket's collective neck.
[Ed: To paraphrase from serendipity - Yes, Mad has read a poem. Try not to be shocked. ]
But I digress, back to the story .
[Ed: You know the one about humming a song and reading an editorial...]
Gary's editorial is about the Agee case and how Agee's actions got Richard Welch, the CIA station chief in Greece, whacked by radical Greek terrorist. That lead to the Intelligence Identities Protection Act which is one of the laws being waved around in the Wilson/Plame case. A case that goes all the way up to our current VP: one Dick Cheney. Some of you might have heard of him.
Turns out that after Richard Welch's unfortunate whacking, Gary Hart was the guy who called President Ford's Chief of staff on behalf of the CIA in an attempt to get presidential approval for Welch to be buried in Arlington National Cemetery. Ford's chief of staff jumped right on it and, befitting the honor due a man fallen in the service of his country, got the job done in under 2 hours.
Of course Ford's chief of staff was Dick Cheney.
Now back to that song I was humming; everyone cool knows that after the line
"Whatever happened to Fay Ray?"the audience shouts
"She ate ape-shit and died!"
So whatever happened to Dick Cheney?
posted by mad science at 12:45 AM
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