If you can get beyond the first few words of this piece from the NY Times (what kind of fat fuck dickhead works for the U.S. government and drives a Jaguar? Scum… lying, federal jail bait scum, that’s who…) it’s worth it:
WASHINGTON, Oct. 13 – Karl Rove nosed his Jaguar out of the garage at his home in Northwest Washington in the predawn gloom, starting another day in which he would be dealing with a troubled Supreme Court nomination, posthurricane reconstruction and all the other issues that come across the desk of President Bush’s most influential aide.
But Mr. Rove’s first challenge on Wednesday morning came before he cleared his driveway: how to get past the five television crews and the three photographers waiting for him. He flashed his blinding high beams into the camera lenses and sped by.
Methinks the doughboy better get fitted for some stripes… and hey, they’re slimming!
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