Regarding our Gate of the moment

October 12th, 2006

This is a Foleygate post — some are calling it Pagegate … just the fun bits and snips. Hastart is still being dogged over this and the whole thing is taking up waaay too much political oxygen — as well as being an insulting discussion for national air time. Buchanan’s tirade about Foley being a flamer is particularly offensive — they play it over and over. It all works to good though, as the internal becomes visible … information is our friend.

Meanwhile, Denny is in heavy defense posture and swearing he’ll find out who allowed this to happen on his watch … which should be interesting, since it was HIM.

Foley had wanted out of the Congressional fox-trot in the worst way, having hit his glass-ceiling as a gay Pub — it was our old friend Mr. Rove who twisted his arm back into line … even a Gay Pub is better than NO Pub, I guess. I rather like that … another of the back-stage maneuvers that have come back to bite.

Oh — one serious bit. In an effort to turn the direction of the conversation, Harry Reid has come under attack. While I don’t believe that anybody in Congress is squeaky clean, the Pub’s have to do a lot better than this to get our attention off their own flaming corruption.

Jude

Stewart Comments Of “Network Of Gay Staffers That Covered For Foley”…
http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2006/10/11/stewart-comments-of-netw_n_31508.html
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Gay Republicans? All My Fault
I caused it. I did it. Foley, sex, pedophiles and the implosion of the GOP. And I apologize
Mark Morford, SF Gate Columnist
Wednesday, October 11, 2006
http://tinyurl.com/y9xqyr

I secretly hoped for it. I secretly prayed for it. Actually, it wasn’t a secret at all. I was shouting it from the cosmic rooftops, extolling its virtues to anyone who would listen, tossing shiny pennies of burning hope into karmic wishing wells. Couldn’t help it, really.

And I’m here to say: I’m sorry for it.

See, for years, I’ve wanted in my heart of hearts for some sort of nasty and riotous and well-deserved scandal to rock the GOP, to shake it to its homophobic hypocritical core and reveal these jackals and warmongers and abusers of women’s rights and gay rights and human rights as what they really are, to have their glistening masks of sweat and wax and false piety peeled away to expose the rashy psoriatic snakeskin underneath.

More than anything, I wanted all the country and the world to see the viciousness and the duplicity of this particular administration, though to be honest I was hoping at least one of the scandals might somehow involve Sept. 11 and its related conspiracies, for one or more of the many deeply disturbing, still-unanswered questions surrounding the tragedy to finally come to public light and reveal the Republican leadership to be far more complicit in some of those dire events than anyone imagined.

I know, it’s not very nice. It’s not all that tolerant, rational, cosmically magnanimous. It’s also, in a way, sort of horrible, to wish such ugliness upon anyone, no matter how much they seem to deserve it and no matter how much they really were involved in such horrors as Sept. 11 (which, I must admit, I still truly believe they were).

This is why I’m offering up an apology, right here and now, for bringing this current rain of Mark Foley sex-scandal ugliness down upon the GOP’s sticky little head.

Yes, I caused it. Well, I and the tens of millions of other progressive open-minded liberals in this wary and Bush-stabbed nation who, I am quite sure, have all been down on bended knee every day, just like me, offering up the vibes and praying for the true blackness of the GOP soul to be revealed so we may finally snap out of this horrific bleakness and move the hell on.

We all did it. Clearly, we pumped enough energy into the cosmos to cause the Foley scandal to erupt, thus pounding yet another nine-inch nail into the BushCo coffin.

Problem is, such fervent prayers tend to evoke some ugly karma. Sure, no one deserves a scathing, vaguely pedophilic sex scandal more than the violently homophobic, self-righteous GOP, but I know such energies have a nasty tendency to backfire, to swing the other way. And that’s never a good thing.

Put it this way: If the Dems do indeed reclaim Congress and soon after the presidency, if they then take a bloodstained page from the thuggish Bush playbook and begin to steamroll the nation with their own lopsided agenda, well, the inevitable will happen and their power will become too great, and scandal will invariably erupt like a torrent of genital blisters and eventually take them down, too, and all desire for a progressive and diplomatic and integrity-filled spiritually open America will be lost.

Proof: Just look at what bilious right-wing hatemongers wished for during the Clinton years: a complete reversal of power, ultimate GOP control of everything. Well, they got it. And our nation has never been more corrupt, more divided, more globally loathed, closer to the edge of collapse. Translation: You gotta be careful what you wish for, even if you wish for Karl Rove’s head on the hood of Satan’s Cadillac.

Which is not to say that the prayers of us liberals haven’t already been answered, in spades, well before Mark Foley proved himself to be the perfect icing on the cake of GOP doom, the money shot of poetic justice, the period in this never-ending Republican sentence.

Jack Abramoff was a damn fine answer to the prayer, though that beautiful firestorm dealt mostly with finance and slimy payoffs, and what good taxpaying American doesn’t fully expect every member of Congress to be rolling in dirty lobbyist payoffs? But Abramoff did have one glorious outcome: It put a stake straight through the heart of Tom DeLlay, perhaps the nastiest and most thuggish political vampire in all of Congress, a worthwhile outcome all by itself.

Valerie Plame? Also a delicious scandal, given how leaked CIA info is always a powerful destroyer of faith in current regimes, and this one snared Scooter Libby and poked a sharp stick into Karl Rove. But still the GOP hobbled on.

The list goes on: WMD, Niger, bogus anthrax scares, Abu Ghraib, illegal wiretapping, gay male escorts hired to masquerade as sycophantic White House reporters — hell, it’s been a veritable fire hose of Republican scandals, indictments, violations, probes, investigations, arrests and abuses of power (not to mention all manner of sex scandals) lo these past years — so many it takes entire Web sites and multiple books to keep track of them all.

Problem is, these scandals just don’t seem to be having the satisfying effect of shutting down the nasty GOP machine once and for all. It’s still hobbling along, weak and yet still incredibly nasty.

Just last week we lost habeas corpus, a bedrock law of a free America, the right not to be taken into prison and have the key tossed away without any sort of representation, should the government deem you a threat to society. It’s the one true mark of a fascist state. Translation: The November congressional elections cannot happen soon enough.

But now the end is near. Now Mark Foley comes along and is making almost all liberal dreams come true and seriously, I’m sorry for it. See, I believe in karma. I believe what comes around goes around and I know full well that it’s just bad juju to wish such a level of turmoil and ill upon other humans, warmongering gay-hating maladroits or no, and that the real path of enlightenment is paved with forgiveness and progress and white-hot love and turning the other cheek and scotch.

In fact, Jesus said something about that, I do believe. He said, “Knock it off already with the warmongering and the hating of each other and let’s all get some wine and party like it’s 2012.”

Then again, he never saw Karl Rove stab the nation with the dull ice pick of bogus fear. He never heard George W. Bush describe brutal war and the death of tens of thousands as “just a comma” in world history.

Check that. Maybe I’m not so sorry after all.

Nice Closet You Got Here. Be a Shame if Anything, uh, “Happened” to It.
TRex
10/8
http://www.firedoglake.com/2006/10/08/late-nite-fdl-nice-closet-you-got-here-be-a-shame-if-anything-uh-happened-to-it/#more-4880

Dear Gay Republicans,

Hi, it’s TRex and I was wondering if we could talk some time real soon. I know we’ve had our differences in the past and all, and that some of the things I have said about you self-hating, traitorous, invertebrate bitchez have been less than kind. But I also understand that things have gotten a little uncomfortable for y’all over there in the stuffy, dirty closets of RNC headquarters of late, so I thought that out of the goodness of my heart, I would offer you this one last opportunity for polite discourse before the November elections come and a Democratic Congress proceeds to hose down your lives with shit-sauce on the one side while the Christian Right try to burn you at the stake on the other.

Never mind that we told you so. Never mind that all this time you’ve surely known at some level that your affiliation with the Republican Party was wrong. The Mark Foley debacle is a grenade in the gay GOP foxhole. This scandal has legs. Mark Foley’s legs. And they’re in the air. With the elections a month away, the Reich Wing is going to be looking for a scapegoat, and guess who that’s going to be? Funny how things work out, isn’t it?

After all the mass deception, all the media manipulation, the phony war, the thousands of dead, the cronyism, the corruption, the incompetence, the bullying and intimidation, the bashing of all that is sensible and scientific, the looting of the treasury, and the serial mutilation of our Consititution, the issue that has finally slipped the noose around the elephant’s neck is a Big Gay Congressman and his predilection for stalking underage boys. At this juncture, there is no worse position in Washington to be in (well, besides maybe underneath Mark Foley) than to be a Gay Republican.

No matter that your operatives have been an integral part of the lube job that enabled the Neocons to bugger this country senseless. No matter that you are arrayed as high up into your party’s power structure as the eye can see (and beyond!). The same rock-throwing villagers who would come after all of us Reality-Based Gays are now mounting up the road to your (terribly expensive, overdecorated) castle, lighting their torches and waving their pitchforks high in the air.

Jeff Gannon, David Dreier, Ken Mehlman (and et tu, Huckleberry?), welcome to your own Night of the Long Knives. There aren’t enough buses in the entire Distict of Columbia to handle the sheer number of you who are about to be thrown beneath their merciless wheels. I have wondered before whether it was going to be your cognitive dissonance or the party faithful’s that would be first to reach critical mass and send you flying headlong out of the GOP’s revival tent. Well, now I know.

And it figures. I mean, I guess it was inevitable that the Talibangelicals would be the ones trying to purge the gays from the Republican Party and not the other way around because apparently nothing short of death camps was going to convince you all that working for those lying, murderous fuckers was anything but a fantastic idea. What could possibly go wrong?

The next few weeks are going to be bloody. Ugly as hell. You are all about to be flushed from the closet like covey of farm-raised quail from the underbrush. And somebody’s about to get shot in the face.

But we may be able to help you. See, there’s one of two ways we can go about this.

As a representative of the Gay Mafia, I am prepared to offer excellent terms to you on behalf of my capo. You can be driven forth and shot from the sky by battalion after battalion of bloodthirsty muckrakers and satirists like myself, no salacious detail of your secret lives too dirty or shameful to serve up for the titilation and amusement of our readers…

-OR!-

You can come along quietly and accept the role of captured Nazi rocket scientists. We know that you know where all the bodies are buried. That’s something you can take to the bank with every sell-out. You’ve been willing to carry water other operatives wouldn’t carry. You’ve been buying your position among them by being willing to prove your loyalty again and again, to go above and beyond the call of duty, to do jobs that their other drones wouldn’t do.

So, spill it. Come on over to our side and we’ll do what we can to offer you amnesty, but at a price. Your crimes are such that we cannot let you off with impunity. You are going to need to provide us with some information.

Or you can stay where you are and try your luck at the hands of the bloodthirsty mob. I think I can hear them off in the distance now. What’s that they’re chanting over and over? It sounds like, “THE CHIL-DREN, THE CHIL-DREN, THE CHIL-DREN!!”

I think once they get in here there won’t enough left of you guys to fit in the top of an aspirin bottle. You might want to think fast. This is your Hour of the Wolf.

Let us know what you decide.

Ta-taaaaaaaaa,

T. Rex, Esq.

P.S. You can’t bring Matt Drudge. No amnesty for him! Leave him for the villagers.

Getting De-Foley-Ated: Republican Fatigue Will Clear The Deck
Alan Bisbort
Oct 12 2006
http://www.smirkingchimp.com/thread/1636

Wow. That was fun, in a sick, sad and sordid way, wasn’t it? Every single synapse of the Great American Media Machine drifted into the Black Hole of FoleyGate. From the newsrooms of the big city dailies to the talking heads on cable TV, this is a better story than the runaway bride or the white girl on Antigua; plus, it’s cheaper to cover.

While America was collectively De-Foley-Ated, Bush was left all alone to bark his fear-and-torture mantra into the abyss of his own empty soul, and 20 more American soldiers died. No one even noticed that Homeland Security issued a suspiciously timed “elevated terror alert” on Friday.

Now, we all await the latest poop on the Congressional page scandal. More is forthcoming, I guarantee it. You don’t let a pedophile run free for 10 years and not leave a trail. Nonetheless, something feels — I’ll admit it — forced in all this gloating. One part of me says, “Whatever it takes to get these bastards out of office.” Indeed, the Republicans nearly ran a president out of office over consensual adult sex, so the Democrats could conceivably ride a child predator at least that far. Still, another part of me thought, “Something’s going on here, and it’s much worse than this particular story.”

I can still hear the plaint of the schoolmarms and Fox News harridans during the Bill and Monica debacle: What will we tell the children? So, I suppose I should be grateful for small favors, as the Republicans have found a way to top that: What will we tell our constituents? What will we tell Joe Six-Pack and Jane Soccer Mom? Alas, there’s not much the GOP can tell them that will convince. Unlike WMDs, “elevated terror alerts” and “habeas corpus,” American adults don’t need pundits or politicians to explain this story. It has only one interpretation: The Republicans must be defeated. For the children, if for nobody else. Children are being flirted with in Congress and killed in Iraq. We’ve had enough.

Call it Republican fatigue. But come Nov. 8, the Madness of King George will no longer have partisan enablers in Congress. Whether they can hold the line for two years against a renegade White House is another matter.

For now, focus on Congress. Ask yourself: What are my elected officials saying about FoleyGate? Take my Congresswoman … please. Rep. Nancy Johnson’s Web site barely mentions the scandal. Instead, her top item claims that Chris Murphy, her Democratic opponent, would “raise taxes $70 billion.” That’s what desperation will do. Make up a number, put a “billion” in front of it and claim your opponent is in favor of it. Never mind that Johnson has rubber-stamped bill after bill for an administration that has run up the highest deficit in U.S. history. Getting lectured about fiscal responsibility by someone with a record like Nancy Johnson’s is like getting lectured on morality by, well, Mark Foley.

Almost as sick as Foley was the cast of characters shuttled out to do spin for the GOP: Newt Gingrich, Matt Drudge, Dick Morris, Katherine Harris, Rush Limbaugh, even Holy Joe Lieberman, who’s still feeling icky about Clinton’s blowjob, while giving a thumbs up to torture, rape and child predation. What is Lieberman’s point in defending Denny Hastert? Will someone please defeat this clown?

Bottom line: Our nation has drifted so far from its moorings — advocating torture and preemptive nuclear attacks, suspending habeas corpus — that FoleyGate seems a cheap way to run the current crop of rabid dogs out of the people’s house. I look up and there’s the untried war criminal Henry Kissinger, running around the White House, advising Bush on foreign policy. And I recall Kissinger’s famous adage: “The illegal we do immediately. The unconstitutional takes a little longer.” Like I said, whatever it takes.

What’s right and good doesn’t come naturally. You have to stand up and fight for it - as if the cause depends on you, because it does. Allow yourself that conceit - to believe that the flame of Democracy will never go out as long as there’s one candle in your hand.
~ Bill Moyers

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