On Saturday night Laurie David and Sheryl Crow attended the annual White House Correspondents Dinner. Aside from having to listen to Rich Little re-live the '60s, (in an attempt to kill any memory of Stephen Colbert's brilliant performance last year), they were introduced to none other than Karl Rove.
We asked Mr. Rove if he would consider taking a fresh look at the science of global warming. Much to our dismay, he immediately got combative. And it went downhill from there. We reminded the senior White House advisor that the US leads the world in global warming pollution and we are doing the least about it. Anger flaring, Mr. Rove immediately regurgitated the official Administration position on global warming which is that the US spends more on researching the causes than any other country. We felt compelled to remind him that the research is done and the results are in (www.IPCC.ch). Mr. Rove exploded with even more venom. Like a spoiled child throwing a tantrum, Mr. Rove launched into a series of illogical arguments regarding China not doing enough thus neither should we. (Since when do we follow China's lead?)At which point you would think things probably couldn't get much worse. Wrong.
In his attempt to dismiss us, Mr. Rove turned to head toward his table, but as soon as he did so, Sheryl reached out to touch his arm. Karl swung around and spat, "Don't touch me." How hardened and removed from reality must a person be to refuse to be touched by Sheryl Crow? Unphased, Sheryl abruptly responded, "You can't speak to us like that, you work for us." Karl then quipped, "I don't work for you, I work for the American people." To which Sheryl promptly reminded him, "We are the American people."Karl Rove did not want Sheryl Crow to touch him. What's wrong with that man?! Most guys would go ga-ga if Sheryl Crow waved from across the street.
Ultimately, we were left wondering what on Earth Mr. Rove was talking about when he said "the American people."I have the answer to that... pick me! Pick me! OK. Here it is.
It's not you.
Karl decides. You follow. It's paleoconservative way. Once in power, they decide. If you don't agree with them, you are irrelevant.
Now that we've cleared that up, we need to be reminded that Sheryl Crow (and Jeff Trott) wrote a song which could easily be applied to the chubby little political pit-bull.
Hmmm... where did that come from? Oh... and Rich Little? Wasn't David Frum available?