Wednesday, November 10, 2004

Ahh, the Face of American Justice. Ain't it Quaint?

What a visage! Thud.

Why would any of us be surprised that this madministration would find someone as repellent as John Ashcroft to replace him as Attorney General? Handbasket, meet Hell, your old friend. That the man nominated to head the Justice Department weaseled out the definition of "torture" for Rummy & Co. that eventually found its way to the abuses at Abu Ghraib and Gitmo is an ironic capstone too miserable to bear for the already ironic capstone-studded tenure of this band of no-shame criminals. Is there nothing they will not stoop to? Is there no new low they will not plumb? I mean, calling aspects of the Geneva Convention "quaint"? Could they be more gross, more callous, more depraved and corrupt? If they can, I don't want to know.

Oh, bleeding hell.