Peter Krupa

Nice essay this week in the New Yorker about the Republican Party scrambling around like a three-legged dog tied to a flaming rattle snake.  Some highlights - for example, this choice bit of New Yorker decorum:

[Rove] is a bookish man who plays the part of the anti-intellectual, which fits an Administration whose culture discourages displays of esoteric knowledge and, its critics say, of useful knowledge as well. 

Right. “It’s critics,” meaning, “I.” More seriously, every time I read something like the following, I am reminded of… hmmmm… what does this remind me of?

The difference between [DeLay’s] own adultery and Gingrich’s, he said, “is that I was no longer committing adultery by that time, the impeachment trial. There’s a big difference.” He added, “Also, I had returned to Christ and repented my sins by that time.”

*** 

DeLay says that when, in the coming years, he is not fighting the indictment in Texas (he insists that he is not guilty) he will be building a conservative grass-roots equivalent of MoveOn.org. “God has spoken to me,” he said. “I listen to God, and what I’ve heard is that I’m supposed to devote myself to rebuilding the conservative base of the Republican Party, and I think we shouldn’t be underestimated.” 

Oh yeah, now I remember. The Taliban.