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Loyalty is a dying bird.
Cast to the earth by the flung rocks of instant gratification and our incessant flavor of the moment obsession, to be loyal is to be past tense, out of it and just plain inferior.

Get what you want now. Do it now. Be it now. Waiting is for whiners and crybabies, and loyalty is the song losers sing when the moment has passed them by and they are left alone, clutching faded memories and wishing for better days.

You know who you are. You there, in the corner. Wishing for a better day to shine on your simple head; wishing for a person to come and rescue you from the long terminable illness that has you dying a little bit everyday; a little more rot coming off you at the edges with each waking moment. So what, you think to yourself. I can give it all up if I need to; I can leave it all behind.

So you think. But then you think again about how it all goes so fast. Poof – that’s it, nothing more, nothing less, nothing but a long day and a quick night – like a snap of your fingers, it’s gone. You build and build and climb and climb, and then at the perfectly right moment, a perfectly thrown rock knocks you and your little castle down to the ground.

‘Tis fitting. You really never were nothing more than a dead and rotten bird anyway.

Karl Rove has the stink on him. And no matter how many elections he’s won for Bubba and the Crawford Ranch Boys, getting stuck with pants around the ankles over the blown identity of a CIA agent wipes the slate clean.

Thanks, Tubby. See ya.

Rove, of course, may have other ideas. The Grand Lizard of the Republican Party, Rove knows about all the bodies and secret hallways; a phone call and, surely, the ghost of the Gipper will rise and smite Bubba’s precocious dreams of a legacy. You can see the undertow as the drama plays out on Scotty McClellan’s limp body: the Boys are tired of hiding their dirty little friend. He got them their House back, aye, but he is just not the kind of guy you like hanging around, he says mean and stupid things out loud and embarrasses the wives.

You can’t have a nice dinner with the Tubby Lizard. And now his own creation, his own pet, will turn around and eat him – the cycle of political life, the cycle of life at the Ranch, and, indeed, the appropriate payback for the Tubby Lizard.