(Crossposted at Brilliant at Breakfast.)
If the Bush administration had an official narrator, it would have to be Jerry Reed. Can’t you just imagine hearing Reed’s rich baritone drawl accompanying a new scandal or defection from the ranks? Today we would’ve heard,
"Well, right around this time, Cousin Karl, having fulfilled his contractual obligation to Ole Scratch to make the world an infinitely worse place than he’d found it, packed up his cardboard suitcase and shoved off into the blood-red sunset of democracy.
We’ll never know if it was the tenacious Henry Waxman, he of the million investigations or the equally tenacious and triangulating Patrick Fitzgerald that got ole Turdblossom to thinking’ a year ago to get off the omnibus of the neocon agenda while the gettin’ was good. Who knows what it was?"