A little ditty to be sung to the tune of “O Tannenbaum”: O Schadenfreude, O Schadenfreude. Look out, poor Scooter Libby. In this morass, your ass is grass. You told a big fat fibby.
I congratulate Scooter Libby. He stepped out from Cheney’s shadow into a highly lucrative spotlight, just like Gordon Liddy and Ollie North, true American entrepreneurs, who tapped into a winning formula: a big betrayal plus a little time equals a whole lot of moola-la. Who cares if tens of thousands of brown people die? Divide the number of dead by three-fifths of a person, and it’s not that big a deal. The big number is the paycheck at the end of the indictment. Eyes on the prize, Libby, eyes on the prize.
GREG ALAN MORELLI
Army Bay, Auckland, NZ
Time for the chicken hawks to come home to noose.
We rural folk see a familiar problem–and solution. Liars and thieves in and around the Bush Administration are multiplying like feral (fat) cats. Unfortunately, we don’t have enough sacks and rocks, or a deep enough pond. At least Nixon did the honorable thing.
OK, so virtually the entire leadership of the Republican Party is facing indictment or investigation for crimes that include outing a CIA agent, lying to get us into a war, war profiteering, insider trading, criminal conspiracy, money laundering, campaign-finance fraud, violations of election laws and other crimes too numerous to name. Nevertheless, surely these same people would stop short of rigging voting machines to steal elections. Yeah, right!
DENNIS M. CLAUSEN
“Hurricane Gumbo” by Mike Davis and Anthony Fontenot [Nov. 7] was an enjoyable, interesting, powerful article. I was born in New Orleans but moved here to Madison because of my father’s job. We often came back to visit relatives in New Orleans and Baton Rouge, and we also visited Cajun country. It was, then as now, a special place with special people. The article is an excellent piece of writing–and the cover had me drooling!