Of Wolfies, Bushies, and Brownies

Alberto, Paul, and Donald have a few things in common. They are “loyal bushies”, and bushie is loyal to them. All three of them chose to ignore what a few years ago was perceived as an act of common decency in public office. Traditionally, if you made a mistake that tainted your name, or the name of the agency you represented, common decency called for you to step down. But they are not you.

They all have been doing (or did, in the case of Donald) a heck of a job, and evidence to the contrary should, according to bushie policy, be shelved right next to the box marked “Brownie”, located in the last basement of an undisclosed location near Crawford, Texas.

I wonder why people are so hard on them. Poor Donald held on for as long as he could, and although he was luckier than Brownie, he finally lost his grip in November 2006. During his farewell remarks, he must have meant to say “I’ll be back”, but instead, he seemed to utter “Abu Ghraib”. It must have been some sort of mistake from his speechwriters.

And then, there is Alberto. He is also a good guy, though he suffers from bad memory and that is a shame, because you would hope that the U.S. Attorney General could remember a thing or two. Alberto however, doesn’t recall many things, which is a quality that bushie actually seems to value a lot. His bad memory has in fact increased his boss’ confidence in him. Alberto, we can infer, is also doing one heck of a job.

The final top performer in this nice little story is also of the bushie kind, though he no longer acts under the authority of the decider. Nevertheless, we all know that he is also doing one heck of a job, so much so that his lover is now making even more money than one of the heavy weight loyal bushies (whom I surmise, must not be too happy about this). Paul, I’m afraid, will soon be following in the footsteps of Brownie and Donald. Let’s hope that Alberto decides to join them in the near future.