Trash Bag

The photo at left originally referred to The Queen of Website & E-mail Sanitation's overpriced wardrobe abandoned at RNC headquarters in trash bags. I would like to take this opportunistic moment to comment on the results of the poll that closed last night on this site. Multiple meanings can be perceived from the results, and I think they are all pertinent to the issues.

Which of the many gates is most likely to bitch-slap the emperor without any clothes into the trash bag of history? Most of you said that would be Babygate, and I tend to agree with that astute assessment. Although I don't really care for the juvenile attitude of the public in this regard, I do think that sexual shenanigans is nearly always the most effective way to discredit a political candidate in our culture packed with members who seemingly never graduated from junior high. More logical and logistical issues such as Troopergate or Housegate rarely bring down the perpetrators. The trash bags of expensive clothes seem to fall down through the cracks, as not a single visitor voted for Clothesgate as an effective trip to the trash bin of history. I was a little surpised to see Ethicsgate score as well as it did. My first reply to this would be, exactly which ethics? There are so many of them! Emmonak may yet send the uncompassionate twit to the dump, since CNN has publicized this disaster at least a little bit. I would not hold such faith in Emmonakgate if Katrina had not become such an infamous legend, as well as a permanent, wet, windy thorn in Bush's backside. Once Americans adopt a slogan, we never let it go!

Yesterday's news of the resigning Alaska Attorney General, followed only hours later by the cancellation of a live CPAC speech, really got my attention, particularly the latter non-event. Either Malek advised her to stay away from the fiercest of her competition, and I am referring to a newt, not a polar bear, or the heat in the Alaska kitchen is coming to a boil. I have a hard time believing that the world's biggest media whore this side of Anna Nicole Smith would cancel an opportunity to speak so loudly and blatantly to her choir. Can you imagine being a fly on the wall near the quiet little private conversations among The Newt, Huckabuck, Mr. Plastic, and Puhlenty? I bet the ladies room catfight conversations involving Malkin, Coulter, and Bachmann would produce enough electricity to light up the whole building! The mouths of these hate-mongering lovebirds of power madness and monetary control will all go crazy over the only one not present to defend herself. Is she really listening to her new Watergate advisor, or is the big fan in the governor's office about to hit the stinkpot?