Thursday, May 29, 2008

 

Scott McClellan: liar's liar, whore's whore ...

... and somebody should put his damned book online immediately so he won't make a damn cent on it.

Nothing has made me sicker about this puke of a presidency in a long time. To be a paid liar is bad enough. To admit it afterward is worse. But then to shill a book as if he'd repented?

He can go to hell.*

Disgust is not repentance.

--ER

(*Not a reference to his actual eternal soul.)

Comments:
Whores have whores? You'd think they wouldn't. But they probably charge professional courtesy rates and all that.
 
LOL
 
I wonder if they conduct a trade-out. That's always good marketing. (So many thoughts rushing through my mind. But. Can't. Publish. Any. For. Sake. Of. Off-coloredness.)

Insert your own off-color comment here.

As for McClellan, its one thing to leave a job because of philosophical and moral differences with the employer. It's another to profit off it ... after you fulfilled your duty by at least sharing those ideals as a nature of your post.

This smells of a fraternity prank, but it's far deeper. Did we know Bush was a liar, a cheat and a moron? Yes. Did we know the depths of his ineptitude? Only by assumption.

This book does nothing to change that, really. What the book does is line the pockets of McClellan and the people who have urged him to put his experiences before clamouring audiences.

Do I want to write a book about my life's experiences and make a pretty penny off it? Youbetcha. But I don't have those tell-tale episodes with well-established folks, so mine likely won't be on anyone's best-seller list.

All I can write about is how a 40-something former boss and son of a billionaire used to hide his Copenhagen from Dad so that he didn't get in trouble for having tobacco "on campus."

Come to think of it, that might be more interesting than I ever imagined. :-)
 
Ugh...this guy is such a tool. But then, as they say, if you lay down with dogs....
 
I personally don't lay down with dogs. Not that there weren't dogs that wanted me, because there were, but I was never that drunk.

Or at least I don't remember being that drunk so it's pretty much the same thing.
 
I just wanted to add that I don't drink.

Much.

No, seriously, liquor has never touched my lips.

Okay, it has, but I didn't inhale.

Much.
 
McClellan will make a lot of money and continue to be one of the ruling class who will lord it over us poor folk until we rise up and crush them beneath our boots (black leather for me, pink sequined with a matching handbag for ER).
 
Now that I carefully consider this, I realize that ER has offered a terrible, unforgiveable insult ... to whores.
 
"McClellan will make a lot of money and continue to be one of the ruling class who will lord it over us poor folk..."

In the immortal words of those great Philosopher-Kings of our time, Aerosmith: "Eat the rich."
 
Ah, Tech, I am the dragon to your wizard. You slay me.
 
Tech sensed the vein in my temple that was fixin' to bust, and is offering the medicine of laughter.

OK. I'm calmer now.

McClellan made me want to wretch violently. Now I just want to vomit quietly into my trash can here at my desk.
 
Teditor, you're always the dragon! Always! Do you ever think that sometimes I might want to be the dragon? The next timw we go out, I get to be the dragon, and you have to wear the funny pointed hat. And ER can dress up as Leia in that slave girl outfit from Return of the Jedi. Now if that doesn't make you want to tear your eyes out, I don't know what will.
 
Actually, ER, it's hard for me to get upset at Scott -- or as his friends like to call him, Bathroom Tissue (BT) -- because he's always been a lying, greedy weasel, and the fact that BT is continuing to be a lying, greedy snake should be no surprise. In fact, in a way, it's a comfort to know that some things are consistent in this ever changing world.
 
Although I just noticed that BT changed from weasel to snake in the same sentence. Let's vote: Weasel or snake?
 
I'm firmly in the weasel party myself. Weasel is a funnier word than snake.
 
He's a weak snasel.
 
Ah, but you're fergettin'. He's also a whore's whore.

So. Many. Nicknames. I. Just. Can't. Take. It.
 
Tech, you're hilarious!

But I think perhaps ER should be Han Solo--like in the original club scene in episode four, where he shoots first.
 
And I just can't help myself...

Wouldn't a whore's whore be a dildo?
 
Can we just call him a diaper bag and be done with it?
 
Yet isn't the sight of members of the right attempting to eat one of their own entertaining enough to offset the moral disgust at McClellan's failed attempt to pull his already scorched chestnuts out of the raging inferno? I do.
 
Kirsten! You win! Ya nailed him! (So to speak). ((Snicker))
 
Once again, we're insulting a fine upstanding (pun intended) product by comparing it to BT. Why, I've seen several films in which Mr. D was the best actor in the entire production. In the words of Roger Ehurt, "Mr. D was electric!"
 
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GKS, I'd feel bad, but McClellan had no problem putting the exact same sort of smackdown on Richard Clark when Clark went off the reservation by saying pretty much the same thing McClellan is saying now.

"MR. McCLELLAN: Well, why, all of a sudden, if he [Richard Clark] had all these grave concerns, did he not raise these sooner? This is one-and-a-half years after he left the administration. And now, all of a sudden, he's raising these grave concerns that he claims he had. And I think you have to look at some of the facts. One, he is bringing this up in the heat of a presidential campaign. He has written a book and he certainly wants to go out there and promote that book. Certainly let's look at the politics of it. His best buddy is Rand Beers, who is the principal foreign policy advisor to Senator Kerry's campaign. The Kerry campaign went out and immediately put these comments up on their website that Mr. Clarke made."

http://www.whitehouse.gov/news/releases/2004/03/20040322-4.html

Wow...does that sound familiar or what? It's the same stinking script they're using today! LOL

Karma. McClellan's learning all about it.
 
I don't feel particularly bad for McClellan. If he didn't know this was going to happen, he should have. I just find it all so amusing. I wouldn't defend little Scotty, for a variety of reasons. I am far more interested in the anatomy of this kind of thing.
 
Myself, I am more interested in kicking the man when he's up.

Is that bad?

Disgust is not repentance!

Is McClellan's mama still alive? Does he have a loving wife? Kids?

I sincerely hope so. Because if not, at this moment -- and when some more moments have passed and my own disgust has dissolved into repentance, I'll have kinder thoughts for Scott, the man -- he is very alone.

Unless, of course, he's running on ego, which means that even negative attention is life's breath to him.

But damn. Damn. What a piece of scum.

This is different from other "public servants" who have cashed out with a book, for a couple of reasons:

He lied for a true liar -- or worse: an utter dupe, a dupe of his own bullshit.

And now he's spilling his guts, for gain, for another true liar or utter dupe.

Maybe he has kids to feed. For anything less, he's just a sack of rotten meat hanging a frame of sticks.

Huff, puff. Bitch, moan.
 
Everybody has read the book that has commented on the book right?

Who cares about Scott, we now have someone to testify that GWB authorized the leaking of Valarie Plame's name and associations.

GWB is guilty of treason.

Will he get away with it?
 
Re, from Teditor: "
All I can write about is how a 40-something former boss and son of a billionaire used to hide his Copenhagen from Dad so that he didn't get in trouble for having tobacco "on campus."

Is this anybody I know?
 
Hell, no, I haven't read the book.

Unlike some, I trust -- !! -- the press to get the gist of shit right!

That's a book I need to write, actually: The gist of most reporting is usually dead-on right.
 
Re, "McClellan will make a lot of money and continue to be one of the ruling class who will lord it over us poor folk until we rise up and crush them beneath our boots (black leather for me, pink sequined with a matching handbag for ER."

Hey. That would match my new Baby Car!(Which Dr. ER is fixing to drive for the first time.)
 
Because 2 hours ago, I decided to drink the last of the B.J. Holladay whiskey DrLoboJo gave me for Christmas, and smoke a stogey and hang with the dogs, before supper, and we're going out somewhere to sup!
 
ER said: "The gist of most reporting is usually dead-on right."
Whoa, now that is something where we have distinctly different experiences.
I have watched reporters knowingly do people in because that was their editors intent regardless of facts. Also, would you say that R. Murdoc's reporters are "usually dead on right"?

Seriously, maybe you shouldn't take a job as a spokesperson any time soon.
 
S&M overtones! White House Whiners! Whores, Dildos, and Snakes! Aaaugh! Not a fun day to have conservative sensibilities!
 
Re, ""The gist of most reporting is usually dead-on right."

DrLoboJo, in a hunnerd years, all the reporting -- the reporting! not the commentary -- that we're relying on for news, minus the whims of opinion and perception of the day, will be seen as mostly right on, on the nut of what happened.


Re, "Whiners! Whores, Dildos, and Snakes!"

GREAT name for a law firm! Or a physicians firm!(Hee hee!)


Re, "dildo." Allow me to demote Mr. McClellan to the the level of two-bit, off-highway, vending-machine, cheap-plastic "cock ring." ... Or, on his best day: butt plug.

...

Boy, am I pissed. :-)
 
RE: ER said, "Is that anybody I know?"

Nah, it's a guy from the quickie mart I worked at in college.

:-)

Of course, you know the person. Left "our" biz shortly before his father's death a few years back. Prolly got into the "chewin'" habit when he was rodeoin', before he made it his business -- aka arena, stock business, etc.

Walked with him into the "Dark Tower" one day with spit cup in hand.

You may not know him personally, but I know I rode the elevator with you and his dad once. :-)
 
Of course you know him. You were not the only person with a spit cup you know. And I've been in the man's (former) house! Did I tell ya about the swinging bed in the living room?
 
And it's safe to say the man will never see his 40s again.
 
ER declared: "DrLoboJo, in a hunnerd years, all the reporting -- the reporting! not the commentary -- that we're relying on for news, minus the whims of opinion and perception of the day, will be seen as mostly right on, on the nut of what happened."

How sad, history according to Fox.
Is that going to be similar to history according to Hurst?
Just think what we would know of Lincoln if the newspapers of his time were always "right on the nut of what happened."
Do you really believe that there is no "comentary" or "editorial position" in the daily reporter's work?

Your's is a noble profession, but not that noble.

Say, shall I secure a replacement bottle of the private stock for you, or are you going back to the Dickle's fold? How about a jug(it only comes in jugs) of Platte Valley Corn Liquer. Not for sipping, for serious dead end drinking? You know the kind of drinking where you not only have a designated driver, but a designated head holder as well.
 
Ah yes, I am well familiar with the Platte Co. jug -- there's quite a collection of the jugs on the family farm just along the road from Weston, where you can also get McCormick's.
 
That little McCormick's store in Weston is the only place on earth I have found 'B.J. Holiday"s Private Keep' for sale. It may be the only place that does sell it.
I was talking with Dayton Duncan, the guy who originally turned me on to B.J.'s Keep though his writings, a few years ago in Bismarck N.D.. He seemed surprised that it was still sold at all. He said he hadn't had any in 20 years. No doubt by now he has made his way to Weston and secured some.
As for the Corn fluid, I do like its bite. The only problem is that the jugs are too small. I would kind of like a gallon one I think.
 
By the frickin way ER, how can you refer to the place as the Dark Tower, personally know the olden Lords of Mordor, and still tell me the stuff about reporting being "right on". Jeez, sometimes you are full of it.:)
 
Dr. LoboJo,

Twas I that referred to the ol' stompin' grounds as the dark tower, not my beloved friend, with whom I once shared a cubicle of sorts.

Though I miss the wonderful people there, like ER, Trixie and many others, much of the experience I had is the kind that still gives me nightmares. When hatred seethes through every pour just pullin' into the parkin' lot, you know it's a good time to scoot. I did and haven't regretted it one bit.

Plus, now I'm doing what I love, and that's hard to beat.
 
Yep, I done went and mixed you guys up. Having tangled with a ringwrath and been chewed on by a couple orcs from the dark tower, I too have felt that seething and felt the daily dispare on reading the "right on" fabricated facts. ER is correct in one sense, people still think those "facts' are true long after they are disproven.
 
Just a note to say that I am woefully behind in reading the comments on this thread. But carry on, by all means.
 
Re, from Trixie:

"Did I tell ya about the swinging bed in the living room?"

No!
 
Re, from DrLoboJo: "Your's is a noble profession, but not that noble."

Dude, Fox and Hearst were aberrations, but th majopt "whats" are usually anaswered in their work.

There *was* a Spanosh-American war" and there" *is* a stupid effed-up war in Iraq. And, some details of eadch can be corroborated by the reporting on each by each.
 
Re, "are you going back to the Dickle's fold?"

Oh, I might vist another congregation from time to time, but I am a consecrated, sanctified Dickeler!
 
There were many, many, many "interesting" things about that house and being within its walls made me feel terribly naughty, in the sense I was someplace I had absolutely no right to be. I loved it. This swinging bed was covered in leather and a tapestry, if I recall that detail correctly, and was attached to the ceiling from huge ropes bigger around than my arm.
That was the first thing you'd see as you walked through the front door and it ALWAYS made me wonder exactly what kind of entertaining took place there. Obviously ropes aren't just for cowboys any more....
 
Weird!

BTW, ixnay on the arkday owertay references. No mas.
 
ER said: "Dude, Fox and Hearst were aberrations, but th majopt "whats" are usually anaswered in their work."

Spoken like a Dang True Believer!


How about Mount Doom references, heytay okay (durn, ok is still okay in igpay atinlay)? Hobbits, maybe bad Hobbits, shouldn't be on the menu either.
 
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