HOW DARE HE?

Everyone’s favorite closeted hypocrite, Ken Mehlman, was back in the new today.

The following quote appeared in today’s Wall Street Journal (I suck at links so look it up for yourself if you don’t trust me):

"How do we get back to the time when you argued during the day and had a beer after work?" Mr. Mehlman says.

It doesn’t matter if you’re working for’em or not, spinning on behalf of the radical right-wing extremists’ grand experiment in the destruction of American democracy must become a habit.

In the last six years (longer, really, but let’s stick with the recent past) opponents of Republican warmongering and fascism have been called (surprise!) fascists, communists, appeasers, traitors, terrorists, terrorist sympathizers, anti-God, anti-Christian, anti-American, anti-life, crazy, stupid, naïve, and of course – my personal favorite – dirty fucking hippies.

But that’s all in a day’s work, according to Mr. Mehlman, and afterwards we should all just belly up to the bar with our spittle-flecked accusers.

I’m assuming by the time they get to the bar, they’ll have left behind the mallets and wooden stakes, the tar and feathers, and those angry veins throbbing in their foreheads will have subsided.

Really, Ken, as was said so many years ago, when all’s said and done, have you no shame? As one of the chief poisoners of our well of public discourse, how dare you?

You can’t spend years creating an atmosphere of hatred and partisanship that trumps everything, including honor, integrity and country, and then wring your hands over the mess you’ve left behind.

Reminds me of the old saw about the kid who killed his parents, then asked the court for mercy because he was an orphan.

Sorry, Ken, the “reasonable” shtick won’t fly. It’s way too late for that crap.