Monday, April 23, 2007

"I don't work for you, I work for the American people."

Those who do not move, do not notice their chains. - Rosa Luxemburg

Karl Rove, the Executive Branch's equivalent of J. Edgar Hoover, responding to Sheryl
Crow during a weekend encounter, "I don't work for you, I work for the American people."

Karl Rove's terse reply to Sheryl Crow's reminder, "You can't speak to us like that, you work for us," should serve to remind all Americans who Bush's "Turd Blossom" really works for. Obviously,
  • not Americans who objected to Bush stealing of the White House in 2000,
  • nor those who condemn his dirty tricks & slander of those who oppose him,
  • or those against his paranoiac need to spy on any he feels threaten him and his power lust,
  • nor those who condemn his wars based on lies and sexed-up intel
  • or are in opposition to his demolition of their rights guaranteed by our Constitution
  • or his neocon's "small government" running huge deficits now bankrupting the nation
  • and who are appalled at the U.S.'s new love of torture and violation of international treaties
  • and his public denials of global warming and losing wars for the enrichment of private interest buddies.
  • and those in shocked disbelief at the many thousands--Americans, Afghanis, and Iraqis--now dead because of the lies
  • et al.

No, Rove was reminding Crowe he works for those other Americans--the real Americans--who condone the above, a small minority though they be.

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

Hah, WHAT was Sheryl Crow thinking? She's lucky her hand didn't burst into flame on contact. Karl IS El Diablo's architect. ~~ D.K.

azgoddess said...

wow -- he really said that? damn -- he works for each and everyone of us -- sheryl crow rocks!!!

Dada said...

God....can you imagine? There's someone alive and walking on this Earth that's touched Karl Rove and lived to tell about it?

In all my agnosticism, I pray there's an afterlife. On the assumption I may be a tad better than the White House assholes, I'd like to take occasional tours of Hell, on Sundays, of course, when you get a free bag of peanuts and spray bottle of water to tease those burning in El Diablo's ovens with and laugh. (Or is glee at other's miseries allowed in Heaven?)