We're all so beaten down these days that even something that should be just completely unbelievable elicits instead a sort of weary shrug and moan. The Vice President's office has declared that it is "not part of the executive" and therefore is exempt from releasing classified documents. What staunch, stalwart branch of our watchdog government faced up to Cheney's "we-eat-the-bones-of-kittens-dipped-in Iraqis" office? Why, the National Archives, of course. Librarians turn out to be the guardians of freedom. And they don't even get hazard pay.
As ever, a hat tip to the Rude Pundit:
"That new Rufus Wainwright song, "Going to a Town," has the refrain "I'm so tired of America," which, if you can ignore Wainwright's usual nasal whine, bespeaks a general exhaustion permeating this land. But it's not so much being tired of America as much as it's utterly soul-sapping to meet people from other countries and feel as if you have to apologize for your country for being such motherfuckers. On every path, on every issue, on every turn of events or crisis, the government (and fuck dividing it here between "the Bush administration" and "Congress" - we're only half a year distant from the previous four years of Republican hegemony) has jumped in the motherfucker truck and dragged us all with it."
Read the rest. It's worth it.
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