October 27, 2004

Octobers are Made for Surprises

Every good partisan likes an October Surprise, if it skews for them. I know I do. As I watch the Democrats pull every sleazy Dick Tuck in the book, and the olliphonts sit back and seemingly take it, I grow dispirited.

And yet: if the best the Democrats can come up with this late in the game is some errant uber-gunpowder, I take heart. And let's face it: Bush has been splayed and quartered for 5 years. I honestly think that's all the arrows they have in their quivers.

On the other hand, there is a lot of subterranean mumbling about Kerry's discharge status. Mumbling he could have easily disposed of months ago with a full form 180 disclosure. One thing I do know, about candidates, and people in general: if they don't want to share, they want to hide.

So I'm figuring Karl "The Truth" Rove is sitting by some gas logs in a nice Georgetown brownstone, single malt at hand, and examining a copy of a general discharge for one reserve officer John Kerry, and pursing his lips. He will also have a corroborating letter from a Navy Captain explaining why Mr. Kerry received a general discharge instead of an honorable one, and references to certain Viet Cong "diplomats".

Then Karl will drain his Scotch, and call for his best boy Gaspar. Washington Times and USA Today. Monday morning. Make it happen or I'll ship your ass back to Guayaquil on the next fucking Air America flight.

Karl has a plan. That is my conjecture.

Posted by Velociman at October 27, 2004 7:34 PM
Comments

Damn, I love that evil genius!

Posted by: jmflynny at October 27, 2004 8:46 PM

I think it may be a DD214 with something less than a General Discharge. I can only hope. Sadly, that will only elevate his status with some segments of his supporters. It will be interesting, none the less.

"Gaspar, make sure that Staff Sgt. Bubba Wilson is available for the press conference to field questions. He typed the damned thing at the HQ in Saigon, and I want him there. Send the Gulfstream to Wyoming and make sure he catches that flight. But refresh my beverage before you leave. No ice this time, dammit, or that jet's next stop will be Port au Prince and you'll be hustling German sex tourists in your tacky little hovel again."

Posted by: Mamamontezz at October 27, 2004 9:27 PM
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