And thus the flurry of face-saving tell-all memoirs begins in earnest. All that time with Ari Fleischer’s family must have hardened little Scottie McClellan. Maybe some adorable little tow-headed Fleischer child, not more than five, slapped him twice across the face and said “what the fuck were you thinking, you glib twit?” Or maybe more likely, the specter of actually getting called to account for the vast misery he grinningly participated in began to feel real to him; its weight, along with that of his mandatory enormous head, giving his already weak spine a distinctly put-upon cant. So he decided to Reveal Disturbing Truths! in a Shocking! Tell-All! Memoir! Lay it on us, Scottie, we can take it:
McClellan charges that Bush relied on “propaganda” to sell the war.
• He says the White House press corps was too easy on the administration during the run-up to the war.
• He admits that some of his own assertions from the briefing room podium turned out to be “badly misguided.”
• The longtime Bush loyalist also suggests that two top aides held a secret West Wing meeting to get their story straight about the CIA leak case at a time when federal prosecutors were after them — and McClellan was continuing to defend them despite mounting evidence they had not given him all the facts.
• McClellan asserts that the aides — Karl Rove, the president’s senior adviser, and I. Lewis “Scooter” Libby, the vice president’s chief of staff — “had at best misled” him about their role in the disclosure of former CIA operative Valerie Plame’s identity.
No. Fucking. Way. Next thing you know he’s going to tell us Bush didn’t really, technically look into Putin’s soul. Look forward to lots more of this, folks. The “CYA-Oriented Perfunctory Recounting of Shit You Already Know” aisle at Barnes & Noble will squeeze out the 8 million remaindered copies of Left Behind For Dummies and moldy stacks of John Mayer CDs in no time. And every time another ex-Bush apparatchik clasps their bloodied hands in front of them to mewl and whimper for sympathy because it just wasn’t their fault, expect the press to be Shocked! by the Stunning! Revelations! in their Surprisingly Harsh! note from Mom (signed, shakily, in crayon) that requests, in sum, that little Scottie (or little Paul or little Condi or others to be named later) be excused from prison today because that mean little Rove boy beat him up in the briefing room again. Pathetic.
May 28, 2008 at 7:50 am
He’s just bitter and wants to sell books. The Bush administration is nothing but and endless stream of ponies and candy for everyone! Bad Scotty! Bad!
May 28, 2008 at 8:05 am
…one of the untold environmental catastrophes of our age is the wasteful destruction of vast swaths of virgin forests to provide the raw materials for the self-serving pleas for redemption from escapees of this Bush fiasco…
May 28, 2008 at 8:28 am
The Gert Jonnys Redemption Train rolls on to Kjealgadsfhelgranztpstsopsfpht…get your tickets now! Scotty “MC” McClellan gets ya all kinds of fired up, but that’s NOT ALL! With amazing special guests like Little Condi & Teh Miracles, The Colin-Blow Powell Experience, Rummy’s Midnight Runners, and the Headliners themselves, the Cheney-Bush Blues Explosion & Project! Zeig Heil!
May 28, 2008 at 9:33 am
Bush cried, McClellan lied.
May 28, 2008 at 9:54 am
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May 28, 2008 at 10:40 am
Well said, Fish.
First time as tragedy, second time as farce, third time as cliche-soaked memoirs telling you everything you already knew, plus the author-as-victim.
Isn’t there some law that forbids criminals from profiting from writing books about their crimes? Shouldn’t that apply here, too?
May 28, 2008 at 10:51 am
Also, note McClellan’s report of Bush’s reaction when told that Lindsey had spilled the beans on how much it’d cost.
Bush is all “‘It’s unacceptable,’ Bush continued, his voice rising. ‘He shouldn’t be talking about that.’”
Which means they knew damned well how much it’d cost, and lied about it.
May 28, 2008 at 11:27 am
Palate cleanser: Leonard Cohen’s first show in years, on the YT:
http://www.thedailyswarm.com/swarm/leonard-cohens-first-show-17-years/
Which just makes me miss Jeff Buckley all the more. Great lyrics from LC, but woeful delivery.
May 28, 2008 at 11:33 am
I’m saving my money for “Cheney Dearest” – The Autobiography of George W. Bush, coming to fine booksellers in 2011.
May 28, 2008 at 11:38 am
every time another ex-Bush apparatchik clasps their bloodied hands in front of them to mewl
I know you’re desperate for the Poor Man Octoswan award for Hideously Mixed Metaphors, but frankly, this doesn’t cut it. The Editors remain the champ(s) with “blood-drenched elephant.”
May 28, 2008 at 11:54 am
Don’t you just hate it when the koolaid wears off and they realize that they really did sell their souls to the devil for 30 pieces of silver?
May 28, 2008 at 11:57 am
Don’t you just hate it when the koolaid wears off and they realize that they really did sell their souls to the devil for 30 pieces of silver?
By writing for 60 more?
May 28, 2008 at 12:18 pm
10: neither of those are metaphors.
May 28, 2008 at 12:23 pm
Well, mine is, and it’s ugly. Although it isn’t mixed, or mine.
May 28, 2008 at 1:27 pm
Well, mine is, and it’s ugly. Although it isn’t mixed, or mine.
But can you dance to it?
May 28, 2008 at 1:30 pm
I meant mine literally; if Scottie didn’t actually kneel down with his hands — covered in literal blood — before him and mewl like a kitten sometime during the writing of this book, I’ll eat my metaphorical hat.
May 28, 2008 at 1:43 pm
Great, a confession by the Buster Bluth of the Bush Regime.
May 28, 2008 at 1:47 pm
I’m saving my money for “Cheney Dearest” – The Autobiography of George W. Bush, coming to fine booksellers in 2011.
Ooh, I’ll sharpen my crayons!
May 28, 2008 at 2:28 pm
[...] Poor Man: The “CYA-Oriented Perfunctory Recounting of Shit You Already Know” aisle at Barnes & Noble will squeeze out the 8 million remaindered copies of Left Behind For Dummies and moldy stacks of John Mayer CDs in no time. And every time another ex-Bush apparatchik clasps their bloodied hands in front of them to mewl and whimper for sympathy because it just wasn’t their fault, expect the press to be Shocked! by the Stunning! Revelations! in their Surprisingly Harsh! note from Mom (signed, shakily, in crayon) that requests, in sum, that little Scottie (or little Paul or little Condi or others to be named later) be excused from prison today because that mean little Rove boy beat him up in the briefing room again. Pathetic. You can make a comment below or link a trackback from your own site. RSS feed for comments on this post. [...]
May 28, 2008 at 2:45 pm
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May 28, 2008 at 3:30 pm
“Mewling like a kitten” is a simile.
May 28, 2008 at 3:45 pm
Like shits leaving a sinking rap.
Oops, that’s not a metaphor.
May 28, 2008 at 4:05 pm
Please have yourself observe the degree to which the passive voice has been used throughout a memoir whose syntax and style causes people to suspect it was written not by McClellan and which also may effect much-needed distance between Scotty and all those bad, bad things that befell us.
May 28, 2008 at 5:46 pm
“I’m saving my money for “Cheney Dearest…”
Nup. Where is the screamingest silence coming from these past months?
“Libby: My Life As A Canned Yam”
May 28, 2008 at 6:20 pm
Slightly OT, but I eagerly await Kickey Kaus’ memoir, “My Life in the Bush of Goats”.
May 28, 2008 at 6:48 pm
Is nice. I like.
May 28, 2008 at 7:55 pm
the question i have: what level of publisher will pay bush for his “memoirs”, the title of which should be:
Bushie–the addled memories of a dimwitted fucktard whose absolute certitude ruined the world.
30 bucks says it’s regnery.
May 28, 2008 at 8:31 pm
My Life with the Ghosts of Bush.
May 28, 2008 at 9:12 pm
“My Life with the Kill-Thrill Cult”
I’ve got nothin’.
May 28, 2008 at 10:29 pm
This is bullshit! I’ve been hand carving His and Flunky rocking chairs out of mesquite for over a year now. Do you know how soft fucking mesquite is?
May 28, 2008 at 10:30 pm
No, it’s not, “as soft as Bush’s skull?”
May 29, 2008 at 10:43 am
The Monster at the End of the Book by George W. Bush
This Book Will Self-Destruct: Presidency as Metaphor by George W. Bush
Gone Arbusto
Ready for My Nap
May 31, 2008 at 11:31 am
My (Pet) Goat In The Life Of Bush