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"Not many people know it, but the Fuhrer was a terrific dancer."

for the week ending 9/2/06:

Well, color my shirt brown! I didn’t know that the Global War on TRRRRRR! was actually all about the Nazis and Fascists.  Lo and behold, there was Bush and his putsch posse this week, led by the non compos mentis SecDef Rumsfeld and Nosferatu Cheney, dredging up images of Neville Chamberlain fellating Hitler as a stern warning to anyone who disagrees with their policies on combating "Islamofascism":  support the Bush campaign to eradicate terrorism from every cobwebbed corner of the universe or wind up investing your nest egg in knee pads, Chapstick, and camel feed.

Methinks Karl Rove gave a crash course in the run-up to WWII for the Republican party talking points but left out those niggling, irritating details about the political foundations of to-to-totali-totalitarianism. But hey, it feels so good to shriek "Islamofascists!" and watch all those gated communities pull up their sidewalks and shutter their windows in fear.

And then there was Bush, marking the first anniversary of his administration’s "sssh, we want  to make New Orleans whiter than Laura’s ass" response to Hurricane Katrina by executing a stumbling pas de "duh" with a waitress from Betsy’s Pancake House in New Orleans.  "Are you going to turn your back on me, Mr. President?" snapped the waitress, who was merely trying to maneuver around the Flapjack in Chief and his photo op staff so she could do her job.  "No," Chimpy McFuckup replied, adding after a brief pause, "Not again." 

Paging Dr. Freud, Dr. Freud to the blond haired, blue eyed courtesy phone, please.

In his inimitable way, the Rude Pundit skewers the remedial English primer Bush calls his "strategy to win": 

Call it the Elision of Evil, the Axis of Yadda-Yadda-Yadda. When you’re up against an ideology – when you’re fighting theory and thought instead of people and nations – you don’t have to worry about the niceties of reality like the lives of actual embodied people who bleed. You only need to worry about point A and point Z. B through Y are for non-believers.

Charlie Pierce over at TAPPED elaborates: "is it too much to ask that . . . the president of the United States not sound like a 12-year-old babysitter speaking to a room full of toddlers?"

Tbogg gives a crash course in "Marketing Your Product:  It’s All in Your Name." (Clip of Eddie Izzard is, of course, a much-appreciated bonus.)

The pantywaists over at the Corner have a competition to name Bush’s  "all or nothing" ideology. Roy at alicublog is the only sober judge in the lot.

Speaking of the Cornerites, Nim, aka the Hamhock of Liberty, reviews their "2006 Predictions" and finds, yet again, that they have a batting average worse than an armless corpse.

zuzu at feministe is more than a little dubious that Jonah of the Holy Pantload could be such a naif.  Remember:  "bad stuff happens during disasters."

Rising Hegemon was fortunate enough to get a hold of the galleys for Dick Cheney’s forthcoming biography. It’s a fascinating read.

But hey, it’s not all gloom and doom for the soldiers in Iraq and their loved ones at home.  General J.C. Christian notes that the new cardboard trend catching fire in Maine. 

Norbiz at Happy Furry Puppy Story Time grants us all a moment to surf his synapses.

Billmon proves that short is sweet when it comes to the Right’s immunity to irony. 

Echidne of the Snakes has some questions for you.  Maybe one of you has an answer?  

Morse at Media Needle has an ongoing series about the Administration’s response to Hurricane Katrina.  Condi Rice as Dorothy Lamour?  Heaven forfend!

D r i f t g l a s s is very upset about the Katie Couric "photoshop" debacle.  But he also provides us with insight into the next software upgrade.

And just for fun, Scott Lemieux over at Lawyers, Guns and Money has found a spate of sprezzatura.  Just remember to wash your hands afterward.

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