Dumb Ass.

Sometimes it's hard to figure out what the heck Condee Rice is doing. But a quote from a recent book about Our Hilarious Incompetent-in-Chief gives us a clue:

In her much-criticized role as national security adviser, Ms. Rice, for instance, is described as deciding to be the president’s information broker and sounding board rather than the person, as Mr. Draper puts it, who would ruffle “his feathers with opinions that he did not share.” She is quoted as telling a close friend: “It’s not my exercising influence over him. I’m internalizing his world.”

And if the White House were burning, Condee dear, would you try to "internalize" the President's sense that it was just a marshmallow roast?

Or would you fucking scream "Get your country ass out the damn White House, George, or we'll all burn to cinders!"

But that is the kind of keep-quiet know-it-all National Security Adviser and Secretary of State Rice has been.

She didn't see 9/11 coming, and for her incompetence, she got promoted.

Then she watched herself be marginalized as Rumsfeld and Cheney fucked up Iraq, even though she 'knew better.'

Supposedly, Condee and her "realist" school of thought now have some ascendancy in the White House--and that's even before Herr Karl high-tailed it off the sinking ship, like the good rat that he is.

What's Condee doing now? Knitting doilies for the spy satellites that are photographing our every move with zero judicial or congressional oversight.

Thanks, Condie!

Internalize this: you're a fucking dumb ass.

--E. R. O'Neill