Gone Fishing
Calling it your job don’t make it right, Boss.
Cool Hand Luke
Scott McClellan is the happiest man in the country. Even Satan would not want to be the White House Press Secretary. Lying, stonewalling, and practicing the other dark rhetorical arts will eventually wear down the soul. A devoted and devout Press Secretary wonders whether he has accumulated enough demerits to bar him from ever entering Paradise.
Scott can now retire to his study for awhile and write his memoir about how wonderful it was working for President Bush. He’ll have his two week book tour when it is published. Then the book will slide into oblivion.
However, there will be no end of invitations to sit on learned panels and discuss the Press Secretary’s role in keeping the Republic free and just. That is Purgatory enough to get him into Paradise. After all, he could be frolicking in the sun rather than haunting think tank conference rooms.
So long Scott. And thanks for handing out all the scoops to the gullible. They learned your lessons well.
Don’t forget to write.
posted by Lynn @ 12:11 PM
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2 Comments:
It'll be interesting to see if Scotty regains the self respect he apparently checked at the door. Unlike previous spokesmen for past administrations (both Rep. and Dem.) this guy seems to be a true believer, a charter member in the Bush-as-Saviour cult.
Other spokesmen, once retired, seem to share a gerneral fraternal camaraderie. They seem to be able to commisarate about the challenges and stresses of their jobs that transcend the politics of the day. I think Scotty -- and everyone in the inner circle -- is married to the messianic mission. They are disciples, not employees.
I hope I'm wrong. I wish the man well... a complete recovery, if you will. :)
Good riddance. This guy made me sick.
He wasn't exactly Goebbels, but that's only because of who his master wasn't exactly.
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