Chickens not only come home to roost. They usually lay eggs when they do so. Obama's been running from Benghazi like the title character in Cornbread, Earl, and Me. But he can't hide. Because ultimately someone will decide he ain't falling on that unicorn spire. Someone will decide he or she doesn't want to go down in history as the patsy.
So who will be the weak sister? Who will cave first to protect their own hide, and Obama be damned?
Not Petraeus. He realizes how badly he's destroyed himself. There is no way he goes under oath and contradicts the unsworn testimony he already gave at Obama's behest. As a soldier, I expect he'll probably French kiss a 1911 before this is over with. Old soldiers never die. Their brainpans just fade away.
Susan Rice? Certainly not. She can always claim, and in fact Obama is insisting, she was outside the loop. She was supposedly regurgitating what she was told. I'm not saying she'll be confirmed as Secretary of State, but she'll skate on this debacle.
National Security Advisor Tom Donilon? Doubtful. A career Washington insider, he's held positions at Fannie Mae and DC lobbyist law firms. He's the ultimate greaseball lawyer who can claim the shit was above his pay grade. He'll be hired in a second when this rolls over.
Question: why is a greaseball DC lawyer the National Security Advisor? His credentials are what, precisely? Intelligence background? CIA? Nope. He's a fucking fixer. The National Security Advisor is a greaseball fixer.
Hillary Clinton? I'm not sure the Chicago Machine wants to go to the mattresses with the Hot Springs Gang. That would be like the Iran-Iraq War. Shame both sides couldn't lose, but the collateral damage would be unconscionable even for these gangsters.
No, you've all seen the picture below anyway at this point. The weak sister is Brother Leon. He is the pussy who will roll over and squeal. A lifetime partisan hack, he had somehow been plucked from future obscurity by the Administration and morphed into something of an above-the-fray statesman. As if. He is actually of a sort with Holder and Biden. Thick, corrupt, and venal.
Say what you want about the FDR Brain Trust. One may have abhorred their Progressive machinations at the time, but one could not deny Roosevelt did indeed seek out the best and brightest with a similar mindset. Obama? He sought, and seeks, the weak, the knavish, the profane.
Brother Leon fit the bill. Just a shill. And an especially supine one. He's never been a Blue Light Progressive Fanatic, anyway. He's worse than that. He's just a rent seeker, a hitcher of wagons. A shoer of horses' asses. His zeal is waning, I guarantee. He's seeking safe harbor, repudiation, and a life without bars or bumfuckery. He'll cave for no other reason than everyone else has plausible deniability except him. The music's over. Brother Leon finds himself a chair short. Let the Games begin.
Posted by Velociman at November 14, 2012 8:20 PM