Scotty McChicken Comes Home to Roost

From Politico:

Former White House press secretary Scott McClellan names names in a caustic passage from a forthcoming memoir that accuses President Bush, Karl Rove and Vice President Cheney of being “involved” in his giving the press false information about the CIA leak case.

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“I stood at the White house briefing room podium in front of the glare of the klieg lights for the better part of two weeks and publicly exonerated two of the seniormost aides in the White House: Karl Rove and Scooter Libby,” McClellan wrote.

“There was one problem. It was not true.”

Original DVD cover.

“I had unknowingly passed along false information,” McClellan wrote.

“And five of the highest ranking officials in the administration were involved in my doing so: Rove, Libby, the vice president, the president’s chief of staff and the president himself.”

McClellan says he was in that position because he trusted the president: “The most powerful leader in the world had called upon me to speak on his behalf and help restore credibility he lost amid the failure to find weapons of mass destruction in Iraq.”

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In recent conversations and in his many public speaking engagements, McClellan has made it clear he retains great affection for the president.

Another article at Politico:

Among the most explosive revelations in the 341-page book, titled “What Happened: Inside the Bush White House and Washington’s Culture of Deception” (Public Affairs, $27.95):

• McClellan charges that Bush relied on “propaganda” to sell the war.

• He says the White House press corps was too easy on the administration during the run-up to the war.

• He admits that some of his own assertions from the briefing room podium turned out to be “badly misguided.”

• The longtime Bush loyalist also suggests that two top aides held a secret West Wing meeting to get their story straight about the CIA leak case at a time when federal prosecutors were after them — and McClellan was continuing to defend them despite mounting evidence they had not given him all the facts.

• McClellan asserts that the aides — Karl Rove, the president’s senior adviser, and I. Lewis “Scooter” Libby, the vice president’s chief of staff — “had at best misled” him about their role in the disclosure of former CIA operative Valerie Plame’s identity.

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“I still like and admire President Bush,” McClellan writes. “But he and his advisers confused the propaganda campaign with the high level of candor and honesty so fundamentally needed to build and then sustain public support during a time of war. … In this regard, he was terribly ill-served by his top advisers, especially those involved directly in national security.”

Oh, Scotty, we all know that you have no balls. If you did, you would have come out much earlier and told the truth. Instead, you waited until everyone already knew the truth. There’s no courage in that. However, when I heard that you spilled your guts, I thought that there was a bit of hope for you, and then I see that you still blame everyone but Chimpy. Who picked those advisers, Scotty? Who decided to listen to them? C’mon, Scotty, man up, and give Chimpy his well-deserved kick in the nuts!

Kids, there are tons of articles about this on the internets, and I could quote from all of them. Instead, though, I thought that I would get a bit nostalgic and include a song that I wrote back in April of 2006:

To the tune of Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious (Richard M. Sherman and Robert B. Sherman)

My name is Scotty, and oh, how I lie!
My name is Scotty, and oh, how I lie!

My name is Scott McClellan and my job’s communication,
I tell the press what’s going on, so they can tell the nation,
But let me add this little fact for your clarification–
I’m really just a liar for the Bush administration!

My name is Scotty, and oh, how I lie!
My name is Scotty, and oh, how I lie!

I stand behind the lectern, I stutter and perspire,
Members of the press attempt to prove that I’m a liar,
To hell with them, my real job is preaching to the choir,
Republicans don’t seem to care that my pants are on fire!

My job is really easy, it’s like being on vacation,
You see, we think the truth will only lead to mass frustration,
My answer about anything–from war to immigration–
“Sorry, I can’t comment, it’s under investigation!”

My name is Scotty, and oh, how I lie!
My name is Scotty, and oh, how I lie!

I know the absence of the truth fills you with dismay,
I hope you understand that it is just a part I play,
I am told each morning what message to convey,
Why, even I, cannot buy, half the $hit I say!

I sidestep every question with my practiced indignation,
If you’re thirsty for the facts, you’ll die of dehydration,
To speak the truth in this White House is grounds for termination,
That’s why no one listens to me, it’s just verbal masturbation!

My name is Scotty, and oh, how I lie!
My name is Scotty, and oh, how I lie!

I get so frustrated, I shake my tiny fist,
With reporters yelling, “Scotty! The middle class is pissed!”,
As long as we’re in office, the problem will persist,
Hey, people, just get used to being screwed but never kissed!

By now you know that we don’t care about the population,
Halliburton’s profits are our source of celebration,
Here’s a secret, but don’t tell, or earn my consternation,
This country’s in worse shape than Dub-ee-yah’s pronunciation!

©nonnie9999

And now, kids, I am going to put my feet up, relax, and laugh my ass off while I watch all the Bushies’ heads explode!

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