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I posited that once the maladministration hits a bad patch, watch out for the "flailing". Well, welcome The Bad Patch and gee, look at all the flailing. Next thing you know, they will sacrifice Cheney on the steps of The Heritage Foundation and hold his still-beating heart up for the assembled to see.
You see, The Neo-Cons(Oh, for that to someday morph into "Neo-Convicts"!) have been working from a script, a chart. At no time did they plan for any improv, for anyone to break into Modern Jazz ala Sonny Stitt. Nope, it was all supposed to Follow The Plan.
Now look. They got themselves a big ol' honkin' runaway train of a mess. A mess that is getting bigger than their egos. Right now, they need a front man who can Think on His Feet. They have themselves a front man who can hardly think, and may well have returned to the embrace of his old best friend, Demon Alcohol.
One thing to remember: a flailing beast is always dangerous, and the maladministration is, most certainly One Flailing Beast. Failings connote a certain unpredictability, an entertaing trait in significent others, but the shits when you are talking about The Most Powerful Nation on Earth.
Don't be surprised if, at some point, they do something that redefines the word "Boneheaded". Not that they haven't already, while wallowing in their smug hubris, but I mean The Cosmic Fuckup. If they haven't already.
It's the nature of the beast.
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