![]() You know, there are a few immutable rules of life if you’re a high-roller in Government. Rule #1, for instance, is that if your name appears in print in The Washington Post it’s going to be a very BAD day. Seriously, most high-level government officials, be they Democrat or Republican hold their breath as they peruse the morning paper every day. “Oh, please, I pray no one leaked to the Post that, over cocktails last night, I indiscreetly bragged that I can fart my state song in three octaves while standing on a single-legged milking stool. I’ll be ruined if that appears in print!” You want to get to a politician or bureaucrat? Get him in print. They hate seeing their name in the paper for anything other than grip and grin shots with constituents visiting D.C. for the first time and then only if nothing controversial comes up… “The wall? What wall? Oh, that wall. Yes, we’re working on that, my boy! Yes sir, I’m in line with the president on that, you betcha. Be sure to tell all the folks back home where I stand! Would you do that for me? Here, you folks take some tickets for gallery seats during a genuine legislative session on the House side this afternoon. Screw those p*ssy Senators. See real Americans at work!” …or words to that effect. And, of course, The Trump is making himself crazy over leaks coming out of the WH. It’s the same thing that’s driven most officials nuts over the years. No matter how good the people are that they surround themselves with, someone is going to leak something. Sometimes, it’s because they’re well-meaning assassins trying to explain what their Boss was thinking when he said something stupid. Often what Boss Hogg was really thinking is not what comes out of well-meaning assassin’s mouth, but you see how this works. Other times it’s simply someone who thinks the person they work for is a f*cking idiot and the world needs to know just how much an idiot he or she really is (sound vaguely familiar?). In those years that I spent hanging around the high-level types (far too many), I can’t count on two hands how many times staffers and/or PUBLIC AFFAIRS PROFESSIONALS would leak stuff to The New York Times or The Washington Post and then defend their actions as being in the best interests of the nation (cough). It’s the way Washington works…the same goes for the morons on Lincoln Blvd., I suppose…it helps keep people honest. Or, simply drives them underground. Take, for instance, a report in today’s Washington Post that leaks the proceedings of a supposedly private GOP luncheon on Capitol Hill yesterday. The report described the exchanges between lawmakers as “unusually personal and occasionally profane”…my kind of lunch! At the center of the “ruckus” was that creepy Sen. Lindsey Graham who went on the attack against Utah Sen. Mike Lee about an amendment that Lee snuck into the defense spending bill that was designed to prevent Americans from being detained without charges or a trial. Hey now, I don’t know about you, but I like the sound of that! Apparently, Graham who wants to see every man, woman, and child in America locked up for no reason was furious that Lee has slipped the amendment into the negotiations. Graham accused Lee of slipping that in solely to raise more money (for what, the article didn’t say). To which Lee responded, “The hell I’m doing that!” In the end, Graham apologized to Lee who told Graham that if he drank beer, he’d buy Lindsey one. Ahhhh, now isn’t that nice? Barf! Next, Graham turned on everyone’s favorite Senator to flog, Bob Corker of Tennessee (bet Graham’s rice pudding was watery…he gets so angry if it isn’t just so). Graham pointed out that Corker is on his way out and that he’s not doing the GOP any favors, and could he please shut up. That led to “expletive-laced” exchange back and forth. Corker, a known Trump critic, had told a reporter from The Post earlier in the day that the relationship between the WH and the US Senate was devolving into a cult. Of course, the people who spilled the beans to The Post about the luncheon did so on the condition of anonymity, thus ensuring they’ll be invited to future secret lunches. Ahhhh, Washington in the springtime! Smell the bile! That is all! Comments are closed.
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