DeLay hits defiant notes in road show
Tom DeLay didn’t quit the battle when he left Congress last year. To the contrary, he’s battling harder than ever against an increasing array of foes, and possibly himself. Embarking this week on a national tour of college Republican clubs, the former majority leader is still stewing over unsettled scores, missing the role he once had and deeply disappointed in the state of Republican politics…. “They desperately need an agenda, they need to know how to fight,” DeLay told three dozen young Republicans at George Washington University this week. “Where are the leaders?”
Yes, Virginia, one of the things I’ll miss about living in Texas is being able to say that I lived in Tom DeLay’s district. Ever the voice of understanding and impartiality, I’ll miss DeLay’s dispassionate take of the body politic…like I’d miss having brain surgery sans anesthetic. Time was when Tom DeLay inspired fear (and no small amount of loathing). Now he’s simply too pathetic for words…and I still haven’t been able to wipe the smile off my face. Yes, karma can be a real bitch, eh?
Yes, it can….
One thing I will admit to is that politics here in Oregon is nowhere near as interesting as what I left behind in Texas. In fact, by comparison, politics here is relatively sleep-inducing. Y’all have John Cornyn, Rick Perry, and Ted Poe (who between them couldn’t scrape together a functional intellect); we have Ron Wyden and Earl Blumenauer. Yeah, I know; it’s no contest, but I will admit that living in a blue state is certainly something that suits me temperamentally.
Ah, but I digress….
Is there anything more pitiful, and yet wondrous to behold, than the sight of Tom DeLay trying to assert his non-existent relevance by sheer force of will? I remember going to a debate in Clear Lake in 2004 when he was running against Richard Morrison. As I sat in the audience listening to DeLay, I couldn’t help thinking of an old Monty Python bit. I know this is horribly mean-spririted of me, but whenever I see or here DeLay, I can’t help but think, “Snivelling Little Rat-faced Git”. OK, it’s mean, but thinking of that sure as Hell beats listening to his self-righteous, intolerant bloviating.
I suppose no reasonable person could have expected DeLay to go gently and quietly into the good night. Then again, watching him rail against political reality when no one’s paying attention save for a few committed Right-wing sycophants can be highly entertaining.
If a snivelling little rat-faced git falls in the forest and no one’s there to here him, does he even make a sound?