From: Subject: Date: April 21, 2005 3:53:51 PM CDT Hankblog

Monday, May 10, 2004

Good evening, my name is W. and I'm a lousy planner

Josh Marshall at Talking Points has this breakdown on the oddly positive support that Fearless Leader has lavished on Donald Rumsfeld for his service as Secretary of Defense, despite the fact that Rummy's performance has called to mind a secretary of a different kind altogether.

Getting back on point for a minute though, this particular passage that came up caught my eye:

You expect -- or perhaps better to say, you hope -- soon to see the sober, serious grown-up come along, put his hand on the guy's shoulder and say, "It's over" -- perhaps saying it a few more times, with arresting finality, until he understands.

Perhaps a better metaphor is a user at the ugly outset of his own intervention -- the increasingly desperate lies, the bargaining, the lickety-split oscillations between apologies, self-pity and impulsive anger.

Considering the allegations/rumors about W.'s youth, one has to think that he really ought to be well past the denial phase by now. Then again, maybe he reset his meter after he was elected?