Karl Rove said it’s “Amateur Hour” at the White House. Calling President Obama an “Amateur” for his handling of Syria.
I have to agree.
President Obama is an Amateur War Criminal.
Unlike Karl Rove, who’s an International War Criminal, willfully lying about WMD’s, outing a CIA Operative in deep cover to punish her husband for opposing the war in Iraq and manufacturing a strategy of conformity, “Either You’re With Us Or Against Us.”
Before he was an International War Criminal, Karl Rove cut his teeth locally as an Overpaid Liar.
He lied about John Kerry’s military service. He lied about John McCain fathering an out of wedlock black child. He lied about Ann Richards being a lesbian.
Karl Rove lied to win. But when you lie to win, it’s not called winning, it’s called finagling, which is the calling card of thieves, sociopaths, dictators, communists and cowboys.
For the first time in my adult life, I’m proud of my president. I’ve never been treated like an adult, brought into a process because “Going To War Is Complicated.” Instead, I’ve been treated like a slow child, protected from myself because “There Are Bad People In The World.”
This week, President Obama will make the case for war in Syria. This week, Congress will debate the case for war in Syria.
This week, between obsessive chatter about The Bears last second victory in game one, “Breaking Bad” being better than ever and holdover lamenting on the pros and cons of Twerking, we’ll actually have an adult conversation about our role in the world, in lieu of Kosovo and Rwanda.
Never Forget. Or Shrug It Off.
We’re Here, We’re Queer, Get Used To It. Or We’re Here, We’re Queer, But You Don’t Have To Get Used To It, Vladimir.
Vladimir Putin has abdicated his role in the debate. He has other things to worry about besides the use of Chemical Weapons in Syria.
Vladimir Putin has abdicated his role in the debate. He has other things to worry about, like addressing rampant homophobia in Russia before the Sochi Olympics.
Vladimir Putin has abdicated his role in the debate. He has other things to worry about, like reflecting on the emptiness of Cold War Posturing in a world that’s moved on from KGB kookiness.
Vladimir needs to reflect on what fetish it telegraphs to the world when you clearly get-off on being photographed shirtless riding a horsie.
He should hire Karl Rove. And re-brand himself as The Marlboro Fag.