Sunday, March 12, 2006

Someone's painting a bulls-eye on Andrew Card's back

Count Rugen: Are you coming down into the pit? Wesley's got his strength back. I'm starting him on the machine tonight.
Prince Humperdinck: Tyrone, you know how much I love watching you work, but I've got my country's 500th anniversary to plan, my wedding to arrange, my wife to murder and Guilder to frame for it. I'm swamped!
Count Rugen: Get some rest. If you haven't got your health, then you haven't got anything.
Mindful of the long life they will have to live after this misbegotten administration ends, some White House aides are starting to whimper to reporters about how hard they've got it. Short version: please don't blame me for anything, since I am so very tired. Better interpretation: someone there hates Andrew Card, blames him for a variety of bad decisions, thinks he should abruptly decide to spend more time with his family.

Rove isn't mentioned in the article, so I'm thinking he's got the paintbrush.


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