Who? Vanilla Ice? Shaquille O’Neill? How about the The man who bites the heads off small animals (or at least jokes about doing so), the Master of Bush’s Disaster, Karl Rove:
At tonight’s Radio and Television Correspondents Dinner, Karl Rove said he likes to “tear the tops off of small animals” in his spare time, then rapped about it as “MC Rove.”
Here’s the video. Judge for yourself:
Clearly the work of a person who feels no threat from the world outside his bubble. It is frightening to think that Rove appears to be so insulated from criticism, even if it is dark humor; makes me think he’s deeply secure about his protection in the Bush Crime Family.
And do you think he’s feeling a lot of pressure in his role as the National Macchiavelli-Advisor? Got time to invent childish rap? Gee. Ever notice that Karl doesn’t have much for stress lines on the overblown egghead forehead of his. Guess he doesn’t feel the stresses of life like the rest of us do.
Deeply insensitive man. Deeply insensitive. Would kill small animals with his hands, and slaughter humans with his thoughtful policies.
That was silly. Grown men being silly and stupid. Typed words do not convey: Hear me sneer it, shaking my head sadly, gritting my teeth with revulsion, “sil-lee” and “stuooooooo-pid.” Our ruling class entertaining themselves, so vapid, so inane, so utterly lacking in good humor. This is no meritocracy. Cream rises to the top in milk. But our leaders are shit floating in a cesspool.
that was painful to watch.
That was just painful on so many levels.
And the scarier part is that all the morning “news” hosts have been cooing about how funny and clever Rove was. What?
Lucky for me I’m still on dial-up at home, and I don’t bother watching any of these clips. I’ve been saved the pain.
I want that 9 minutes of my life back.
That’s how serial killers get their start.
Hey, wait a minute…….
The whole thing was shameless. They’re not laughing at themselves. They’re ghouls. They just don’t care. How anyone could sit there and politely chuckle is beyond me.
The Guardian blasted the stunt:
so hard to believe they all go to camp in June at Bohemian grove? Get all dressed up in hooded robes and have a sacrifice to the great owl Molech in the Cremation of Care Ceremony. Don’t sound too far fetched now does it.