Monday, June 11, 2007
Deconstructing a political suicide: Redux
Benny Lambert has tried to play down the degree to which he climbed in bed with the Republican Party. This picture speaks volumes: Lambert is having the time of his life shopping for pumpkins with his new buddies, "Macaca" and "the Decider."
Next we look at then-Senator George F. Allen. Is there any time, any moment, any activity this clown won't try to turn into some kind of football reference? Dude, you were a third-string college quarterback, it really is time to let it go. Think, this picture was taken just before Halloween 2006. Who throws pumpkins at Halloween? The Headless Horseman, that's who. No head, no brain: 'nuff said.
Now, on the other side of Benny we see another really interesting image. Framed between Benny and the very lovely Susan Allen is none other than Dick Wadhams, Allen's campaign manager. Look at that body language: a slouch with crossed arms. Wadhams knew this was a lost cause. Let's hope he does the same bang-up job for the Republicans in Colorado.
Now, I've saved the best for last. I mean, frankly, I couldn't have staged a funnier-yet-fraught-with-terrible-portent-picture had I tried. Check this out . . .
Look carefully at this part of the photo; what do you see? That nice empty vacuous look tells you that Bush was having a pretty good day too. But the signs are already there . . . look just to the right of the President: who do you see? Why, none other than Karl Rove! And he's on the phone, planning the President's next big move . . . and where is Rove looking? At a dead-end sign! Rove has guided the President, George Allen, and Benny Lambert into a dead-end! Oof!
Look at the President's limo, the Secret Service guy stands there like Charon the ferryman of the River Styx, beckoning the damned to their final voyage--to the dead-end. Don't get in the limo Benny! Noooooo-oooooooooo!